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morning muse | megumi fushiguro

summary: early morning sunrises, pretty flowers, and unrequited love (although this is a misconception), this is my submission for @kodzucafe's safe place collab <3 happy early birthday my love

wc: 5.7k

cw: nsfw 18+, characters aged up to 20’s, really soft fluffy shit because megumi is my boyfriend :), best friend yuuji, also yuuji has strawberry blonde hair in this not that it really matters but uh yeah, use of pet name sweet girl (from yuuji even tho we’re besties calm down) & my love, sweetheart (from megumi), unprotected sex, somnophilia (?) but not really, fingering, cum eating but again not really (we suck our own arousal off megumi's fingers), creampie, soft love making so if that is icky to you bye !!

note: thank u for partially betareading this @kazutoraloml and for the kind feedback in the gc @peach-memoirs i am eternally grateful to you both <3

!!! mdni !!!

Morning was upon you.

The warm glow from the sun kissed your cheeks as dawn came around, the moon bidding farewell to you till it’s return at dusk. You stood at your sink, gazing out the window to the field that surrounded your humble abode to welcome the beautiful day that awaited you. The teapot now filled, you placed it atop the lit stove, readying the herbs for a fresh cup of tea.

This morning’s gentle sunrise seemed to be your muse for today.

Once your tea was properly steeped and fixed with a bit of honey, your bare feet padded their way across the creaky hardwoods, into the bright space towards the back of your house. The living room has become your studio, floors stained with every hue imaginable and countless paintings piled against the surrounding walls. A table nestled in the corner of the room, home to your collection of pigments and mediums, where you spent endless hours grinding and mixing and perfecting your own collection of paints; you’d learnt from your mother, who you had idly watched as she created her own masterpieces in this very home, who you had memorized each of her movements and proportions and techniques when it came to art. With every stroke of your paintbrush to this day, you always thought of her.

A newly stretched canvas—the result of yesterday’s trip to the market and your discovery of a wondrous Belgian linen—rested on the easel, just begging to be ruined.

Before you took your seat at the stool in front of the blank canvas, you ran a finger across the various paint pots, pulling aside those you would use; your finger stopped on an almost-empty jar of indigo paint. Turning the jar over in your hands once, you decidedly grabbed a basket and headed outside to go forage for some plants that would aid you in replenishing the needed paint.

With the basket tucked under your arm, off you went into the sparse forest near your cottage, in search of indigo specifically, but also any other good finds you managed to stumble upon. The fresh air enveloped you, offering a warm hug to protect you on your brief venture out by yourself, though it was not one foreign to you. At this point, you were practically an expert of the acres of land that surround you, from your hermitage to the town centre an hour’s journey inland. Most people who you run into and chat with assume that you’d get rather lonely living out here all alone, but you couldn’t disagree more; you were happiest out here, free to live as you wanted, as slowly as you wanted, without the expectations that came with living in town. You were simply at peace.

Sometimes you sit and think about your childhood, the friends you’ve made early on had dwindled over the years, but that was to be expected. You cherished those memories greatly, especially with the strawberry blonde and brunette you had grown up with; the three of you were a tight knit bunch, incredibly energetic and curious beyond belief—it’s bittersweet now that you think about it, considering how things ended years ago. Yuuji Itadori (the flower boy, as you liked to call him), was luckily not too far away, just past the valley; you visited him often, he shared many a dinner with you at this point, and when he lost his grandfather last year, you spent quite a bit of time together since you were all the family he had left, sadly enough. He would’ve had one other person to call family, if they hadn’t left in the dead of night years ago, for reasons unbeknownst to the both of you. But that person—Megumi Fushiguro...he was always a bit of a mystery for as long as you’d known him, there was no denying it.

You hadn’t even realized you were daydreaming at this point, staring into a huckleberry bush at your feet while you dwelled on the past. Perhaps it was the fruit themselves that sparked the recollection, for the childhood trio of yours spent morning after morning picking the fresh huckleberries from their vines till the pads of your fingers were stained purple.

As if your body moved on its own, your basket was soon filled with the berries, and your feet were carrying you westward, toward the home of your friend. You decided to forsake your scavenge for indigo at least for now, prioritizing the surprise visit to the strawberry blonde, especially since there was a bit of a chance that he would have the plant of which you were in search.

Soon enough, after weaving through the tall grasses and listening to the birds circling overhead, the little house came into view, surrounded by a rainbow of flowers, the alluring aroma itself greeting you yards away.

It was almost as if Yuuji knew you were coming; there he was, withdrawing from the safety of his home to step outside, cloaked in a linen tunic and watering can in hand. He immediately saw you amid the flowers leading up to his house, eyes lighting up at the sight of your spontaneous arrival.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite girl.” He sang as you neared him, dropping your basket and allowing him to pick you up in a warm embrace. He pressed an innocent kiss to your temple. “What did I have to do to be graced with your presence today?”

“I was out foraging and found some huckleberries and thought of you…” You explained, bending down to pick up the forgotten basket. Holding it out to him, you smiled. “Wanna snack on some and talk a bit?”

“Of course, I’d love nothing more.” He responded with a toothy grin, taking the basket from you since you trekked all this way carrying such a weight. “I made some lavender cake this morning; would you like a piece?”

“Absolutely. That sounds heavenly,” You said, following right behind him as he showed you inside. Yuuji’s home was always so tidy, lush arrangements of his flowers he’s cultivated, and always stocked with delicious treats that he’s made from scratch using all ingredients from his garden. He was genuinely a wonder, a true friend, a beautiful soul.

He set the basket down, snatching up a few of the berries and popping them into his mouth. “Tastes like childhood.”

“I thought the same,” You hesitated, watching as he retrieved a plate for the cake. “Reminds me of Megumi.”

He stilled his movements, a visual sigh overtaking his shoulders. “I still can’t believe he just…left. Poof, gone.” The cake was now placed effortlessly on the ceramic, and he topped it off with a sprig of fresh lavender before handing it to you. “Makes me wonder what things would be like if he were here.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of the sweet treat and nodding in satisfaction. “How would you think they’d be different?”

Cutting himself a piece of his own, he elaborated. “I dunno. It just feels…incomplete without him, I guess. I’d always imagined him starting up his own little gig, teaching kids how to shoot a bow and hunt for ourselves just like Satoru did.” He looked off in thought for a moment, brushing it aside. “I also thought he had his eye on you ever since we were little, but it seems I was quite wrong.”

That comment of his piqued your interest tenfold. Megumi, fancying you? You’d hardly believe it; if anything it’s always been quite obvious that Yuuji was interested in you, never Megumi though. To be honest, he never really seemed to take a liking to any person ever. You didn’t know whether or not he just didn’t find himself feeling that way towards anyone, or if he just didn’t know how to handle the emotions that he couldn’t stop himself from feeling.

Unbeknownst to you, it was the latter.

You twirled the fork atop the platter, mulling the idea over in your head and averting your eyes from your friend’s. “I doubt he felt anything more towards me than what he felt towards you.”

At this, the boy let out a loud laugh, clutching his stomach in laughter. “If only that were at all true.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, quirking a brow at the way he found your comment so funny. “Do you know something I don’t?”

He shrugged, unable to contain the evil grin plastered on his face. “I dunno what you’re talking about.”

Squinting your eyes in a suspecting manner, you took another bite. “Well, even if he did like me, it’s been moons since he’s come by. So I’d assume that was just a pipe dream for him, considering the effort he put in pursuing me.”

“You think he’s the one that never put in any effort?”

You stilled, jaw stomping mid-chew and eyes finally connecting back with Yuuji’s. “What do you mean?”

“You, sweet girl...” he started, licking his utensil clean of the icing, “are much more oblivious than I thought you were.”

With that he placed his now clean plate aside, grabbing yet another handful of berries from the basket next to you. Your eyes remained trained on him as he did so, chomping down on the fruit which painted his lips purple. “How are you doing, by the way? It’s been a bit since you last paid me a visit.”

“Might I remind you that you’re always welcome to make the hike back to my home across the way.” You chastised him, dragging a lone finger through the remnants of frosting left on the dish, bringing it to your mouth and licking it clean.

He chuckled, eyes drifting out the window beside him. “Yeah, one of these days I will.”

“You think I’m a mess, don’t you?” He just stared at you, wide eyed. You shrugged in return. “Not that I blame you. I am a mess. I think it adds to the creativity, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” He teased right back.

It wasn’t a secret that your place of living was the epitome of an artist’s dwelling, papers and drawings and canvases strewn throughout the entire space. In your kitchen, the sun room, your bathroom, even...but it was all unapologetically you. And you had absolutely no shame in your home being your safe haven.

You smiled chuckled lightheartedly, standing up from your seat and smoothing out your skirt. “I should get going before I lose more daylight; keep some of the berries, please.”

“Could you use anything in return?” He inquired, snatching a bowl from under the kitchen counter.

Divvying out half the berries for your friend, you nodded. “Actually, would you have any indigo I could perhaps steal?”

His mouth broke out into a smile. “Always for you, sweet girl.”

“What would I do without you, flower boy.”

You floated behind him as he led you to his expansive garden, taking in the unending variety of colors and textures framed by the lush greenery of the earth. The petals radiated with such a vibrance—a true testament to Yuuji’s gift for nursing his garden. All the flowers were in bloom, as if they had been awaiting your arrival, but out of all the flora your eyes fell on a patch of poppies a couple yards away. Your favorite flower, a smile graced your lips at the sight.

He stopped in his tracks, kneeling down before the brilliant bush of indigo, pricking a sprig off between his fingers and holding it up for you to see.

“Will this suffice?”

“Yuuji, you are a master!” You exclaimed, graciously taking the gorgeous plant in your hand and easing it into the empty space left in the basket.

“How much will you need?” He asked, continuing plucking vine after vine of the blue plant for your use, handing each of them to you.

“Oh, this will do just fine,” you said, glancing down at your haul so far.

“A little extra, just for good measure.” He insisted, handing a generous vine to top off your collection, knowing you always were modest with asking for anything because you never wanted to come off as greedy.

“You’re too kind, Yuuji.” You told him, flashing a soft smile up at him.

He simply leant down and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “You know I’d give you the sun, the moon, and the stars if I could, sweet girl.”

You turned towards the poppies across the garden. “May I steal a poppy as well?”

In an instant, he was kneeling before the scarlet flowers, plucking a particularly stunning one and returning to you, tucking the flower behind your ear. “Beautiful.”

Warmth swelled in your chest and you gave him one last hug, bidding him farewell for now. You reluctantly fled his presence, waving back at him and shouting a final don’t be a stranger! to him as you traversed down the dirt path from which you first emerged from earlier.

The sun was high in the blue sky as you set off on your journey back home, indicating it was already noon. Half the day was gone, and you haven’t even put paint on the canvas yet. That wasn’t a problem, though; you put no stress on yourself in terms of planning out your creative endeavors. You couldn’t properly convey your visions without the proper pigments mixed, which was the first thing on your to-do list when you reached the other side of the valley, back to your home.

Although, as soon as you crested that swell in the earth, the first thing you saw was not your little cottage standing alone against the clear sky, but your little cottage’s front door ajar, and an unfamiliar horse tied to a tree in front.

Had a bandit stumbled upon your home out here in the remote land?

Your free hand immediately found the dagger hidden beneath your skirt you kept for times like these, ready to protect yourself from any danger that had imparted its way into your home. Feet featherlight atop the gravel before the front door, you edged your way inside, wide eyes sweeping your field of view cautiously. Silence only filled the home, the only sound being your soft footsteps and the slight creak the floorboards emitted beneath you.

((please play clair de lune right here i am begging u))

And then, you saw him.

Standing in the center of your studio, there he was, the tuft of black hair facing you, concealing his face, the true identity of your intruder. But you didn’t need to see his face to know who he was; his head was turned down, eyes locked on one of the paintings you’d hung up. It was a depiction of the summer day before he left, a bright blue sky just like the one today, and a single poppy in his hand.

The intruder himself also clutched the same flower between his slender fingers.

As if he could sense your presence, he turned around, finally revealing himself. Those dark eyes bore straight into yours, and the smallest smile tugged at his lips. “Knew you’d still be here.”

“Megumi,” You breathed, finally releasing the breath you had unknowingly held. “You came back.”

“I’m sorry I left in the first place.” He said, taking his first step towards you, then another, and another, before he was right in front of you. He held out the poppy. “For you.”

You took the flower from him, eyes flickering between the brilliant red hue and the boy in front of you. “Why did you leave?”

“I thought it would be good for me to get away, to clear my head…” his words trailed off as he studied you, confusion and surprise, but most of all, excitement written all over your face. “As rude as it sounds, I thought distance would allow me to forget about you.”

Your mouth opened and closed, unknowing of what to say at this new information. Without him saying a word more, you knew what he meant; from what Yuuji had told you just hours prior, how oblivious you are, it was all falling into place.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the realization, a pang of guilt striking your heart. But Megumi continued. “The longer I was gone, though, the more I missed you. I would write Yuuji every so often to check up on you, since I didn’t know if you were still here or if you even cared to know I still thought about you. I thought maybe you would hate me since I left.”

“You didn’t even say goodbye,” You told him, opening your eyes once more and looking into your friend’s eyes. “You just vanished.”

“That last day was a goodbye enough for me,” he said, “That’s the happiest I’ve been in quite some time. I wanted to remember you happy, smiling and laughing in that pretty field out back; if I told you my plan, you would’ve gotten sad, and I would never forgive myself for leaving you sad.”

“I think leaving without a word is sadder.” You murmured, allowing yourself to finally feel any type of emotion other than pure shock. “I had to go to your house by myself and find it completely empty, not even a note or a warning as to where you went.”

“I wrote you a week later-”

“You were gone for 4 years Megumi!” You cried out, feeling hot tears prick at your eyes from all the unearthed emotions, “I was so scared, thinking that something had happened to you. Yuuji spent every night with me until we heard from you because of how distraught I was.”

He was still for a moment. “So you did care about me, after all.”

“Of course I cared about you, dummy.” You sniffled, trying to hold back the tears. Your gaze dropped down to the flower between your fingers. “You were my best friend and you left me.”

“I wanted to be more than just your best friend.”

“You could’ve told me that.”

“I thought it was obvious.”

“Not to me.” You said, finally returning to his dark eyes.

His hand drifted up to cup your face gently, his eyes flitting down to your lips for the shortest second. “Is it obvious now?”

You nodded wordlessly, feeling yourself being drawn closer to him, before finally, your lips were just barely ghosting over one another. He whispered the declaration against your lips: “I’ve been in love with you this whole time.”

It was you who closed that sliver of air between you, your lips locking in a passionate kiss, eager, desperate, filled with every emotion possible. His hands held your face, your own drifting up to rest around his neck; the second his longue traced your bottom lip, you easily gave him access to explore your mouth, just as he’s been longing to do for far too long.

Megumi’s head was spinning. Although he feigned great confidence showing up unannounced like this, saying all these things he’s kept to himself for so long, he was truly falling apart from the inside out at your reciprocation of affection he so desperately wanted to show you.

He had you, his childhood best friend and the person who has been on his mind with every waking breath, finally in his arms, and he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.

His lips stilled, not wanting to rush things too quickly, not wanting to force you into anything you didn’t want to do. Resting his forehead against yours, the two of you were quiet, breathless, questioning who would say something first.

It was you who spoke up. “I’m really happy you’re here, Megumi.”

“I am too, ___. Believe me.” He shut his eyes, willing the blood to stop rushing to his crotch and emptying his head of any lewd thought he held in his mind of you.

You noticed his furrowed eyebrows through your eyelashes, and you unclasped your hands from around his neck, still holding the poppy he gave you and looking down at it. Your fingers snatched the flower out of your hair. “I’m gonna put these in a vase.” You mumbled, quickly spinning around and searching the shelves for an empty vessel.

Megumi stood there, unknowing what to do, as you filled the vase with some water, immersing the stems in the liquid and displaying the twin flowers on your window sill. You looked back at him, unable to contain the grin you revealed to him. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’d be delighted to.”

Even though Megumi removed himself from your life for the past four years, you instantly fell back into comfortable conversation as if you just saw him yesterday. Although, you noticed he’s developed more of a voice than he previously had in his teenage years, and along with that newly found chatty nature, came the consistent smile that softly rested on his lips, whether he was the one talking or listening to whatever you had to say. And whenever you spoke, there was a new twinkle in his eyes you never noticed before. Maybe it was always there, as he would probably argue, and maybe it was more obvious due to the declaration of his love, or the passionate kiss the two of you shared. But regardless of why, you were beyond glad to see it now.

The sun having set behind the curvature of the earth hours ago, you and the ravenette had retired to the iron loveseat situated amongst your little garden you tried so hard to care for with the help of Yuuji.

You clutched the steaming mug of tea between your hands, relishing in the bit of warmth it provided, while Megumi’s long fingers traced around the rim of his cup.

He was in the middle of recounting a story from his time away, but as much as you adored listening to his soft voice, you couldn’t help your attention from settling on the way his digits ran along the stoneware. Your mind drifted into inappropriate territory, thanks to the late time it was and the way he was practically teasing you at this point.

Which, he really was teasing you. It was so obvious the way your eyes were transfixed on his fingers, mind clearly elsewhere while he droned on about his story. He had to bite back a laugh, halting his speech; this caught your attention.

You shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts, taking a sip of the chamomile tea. “Sorry, I promise I was listening, ‘m just really tired.”

“You can go to sleep—I didn’t mean to keep you up so late. I should get going anyways-”

“Stay here!” You insisted, perking up at the idea the second it escaped your mouth. “I mean, unless you don’t want to.”

He just smiled. “Of course I want to.”

Following you back inside, he retrieved a nightshirt from his lone bag he brought with him and changed into it in your living room, while you retreated to your bedroom to throw on a nightgown. He lingered in the open living space, not wanting to intrude on your naked figure; sticking your head out, you whistled at him to get his attention.

His head whipped around, and you chuckled. “You coming or what?”

“I don’t have to sleep in your bed if that makes you uncomfortable…” He said, standing firm on his two feet.

Your feet carried you over to him, your warm hands grabbing his cold ones. “I promise, you couldn’t make me uncomfortable even if you tried.”

As Megumi climbed in beside you, he was extremely aware of how your body was placed and where he was going to keep his hands while he slept. He settled on clasping his hands above the covers, laying flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling. You internally rolled your eyes at how respectful he was being, but knowing he was just waiting for you to get comfortable, you nudged your way under his arm so you could hug his side, your head in the crook of his arm.

“Thank you for coming back to me, Megumi.”

“I’m sorry I ever left you, ___.”

A short pause. “I love you, Megumi.”

His heart swelled at hearing you return what he had revealed earlier.

“And I love you, ___.”

You hid your smile into his chest.

“Sleep well.” You whispered as you shut your eyes for the night.

Megumi’s eyes flitted down to your peaceful figure, taking a deep breath and mentally thanking whatever celestial being was out there for getting him to this position. He craned his head down to press and soft kiss to the top of your hair. “You too, my love.”

Your eyes drifted open to a sunny bedroom and two arms wrapped around your waist; the warmth that Megumi gave off enveloped you so nicely. A large yawn overcame you, causing your whole body to shift slightly and allowing you to feel Megumi’s hard cock pressed directly into your ass. Elation surged throughout your body as you softly rolled your hips back into his once more, eliciting a quiet whimper from the boy; though, he continued to sleep.

Rolling over so you now faced him, you smiled at the sight of his eyes fluttered closed, his pretty eyelashes on display for you, his hair unruly from his slumber. You gently kissed his nose. “Wake up, ‘Gumi.” You whispered to him.

He blinked at the soft touch, waking up ever so slightly. It was obvious the way his cock was throbbing behind his underwear, and at the realization, a blush spread across his cheeks; although, he didn’t try to hide it, especially not after you tossed one leg over his waist and pulled him closer to you.

He knew that you knew he was beyond turned on right now, and you were more than happy to indulge in his desires.

As soon as you gave him that wordless green light, he rutted his crotch against yours, allowing you to truly feel just how hard he was. His arms tightened around you as he placed a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, my love?” He mumbled sleepily against your skin as he continued to lazily hump you.

“I did, and you?” You whispered back, fingernails digging lightly into his back as the pressure in your core continued to build. You were sure that your lack of undergarments beneath your nightgown had your arousal soaking through the fabric as you rolled your hips in sync with his.

“The best sleep I’ve got in years.” He murmured, waking up further and starting to get more desperate. He rolled you onto your back and crawled on top of you, his hands placed on either side of your body as he looked down at you through his eyelashes. “God, you’re a dream.” He sighed breathlessly before crashing his lips onto yours.

His hands shoved the fabric of your nightgown up, revealing your bare body. He pulled away only for a moment to take in the image of you beneath him; you felt your face heat up in embarrassment, becoming shy all of a sudden at how exposed you were. Regardless, you allowed him to lift the material over your head and drop it to the floor beside you. Megumi noticed how bashful you had gotten, and he was quick to ease your anxiety. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He whispered, kissing you once more. “Why're you getting all shy on me now?”

“Because…” you whimpered, grabbing his wrist and guiding it to your core, cupping your pussy with his hand. “I’m just, really turned on, right now.”

His long fingers dragged between your wet folds, collecting your arousal. “You’re this wet for me, hm?” He teased, dipping a finger into your pulsating hole.

You were stuttering over your words as he fingered you, thighs shaking and eyes screwed shut in euphoria. “Ah, fuck...M-Megumi, I-I…”

He halted his movements, sensing you were trying to get his attention. “Is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah, it’s just…” You stammered, thoughts racing every which way.

His eyes searched your face for any indication of uncomfort as he removed his hand from your heat. “Oh, h-have you never done any-”

“No, no!” You were quick to deny him; it was true that you weren’t a virgin at all, but you’d be lying if you said bedding someone was a regular occurrence for you. “I have...it’s just been a while, I guess...”

A smirk crept across the ravenette’s face. “Can I take care of you, then?”

His hand ran along your body, leaving goosebumps along your skin in their wake. You nodded, your mouth hung open in anticipation and awe as his fingers found your dripping core once again. Locking eyes with his dark, moody irises, he sank a singular digit between your folds, causing you to drop your head to the side and release a moan at the feeling having returned.

“Oh my—Gumi…” You whined as he began pumping his finger in and out of you.

The way your walls felt around him was driving him wild, so wet and warm, hugging him just as if you were made for him. He added a second, slowly plunging both fingers into you, allowing you to feel every ridge of his knuckles as you sucked him in further.

Your tired eyes looked up at him. The wish fell effortlessly from your lips. “Kiss me.”

And he did; he captured your lips in such a heated kiss, his tongue immediately finding itself exploring your mouth and practically dripping with desire. His taste was intoxicating to you, and that mixed with the way his fingers were stretching you out so perfectly to fit him just right⁠—it all created a buzz in your head, a feeling so warm and so dizzying that you never wanted it to leave.

But just when you thought your orgasm was approaching, he removed himself entirely, bringing his hand up and inspecting the way your arousal shone prettily in the morning sunlight. Your weak hands came up to grab his wrist, bringing his fingers to your mouth and sucking them clean.

“Fuck,” Megumi groaned at the sight, unable to leave his erection untouched any longer. His shirt was off in an instant, followed by his underwear, leaving the two of you naked and bathed in the warm glow of your bedroom.

As his dexterous hand wrapped around his impressive length, so rigid and flushed a dark pink, you batted your eyelashes up at the pretty boy. “Please fuck me, Megumi.”

“Only since you said please.” He chuckled breathlessly, although the request nearly sent him cumming all over your bare body.

He positioned himself at your entrance, dragging his leaking tip between your folds, mixing his own arousal with yours, before edging himself in. The intrusion involuntarily sent your thighs clamping around his torso, but his free hand gripped your flesh and held your leg down against the mattress. “Gotta let me in, sweetheart.” He mumbled, his head falling into the crook of your neck. He eased his cock in further till he filled you up, his balls resting against the curve of your ass.

Giving you a second to adjust, you kissed the arm closest to your head, catching his attention. He picked his head up, your noses brushing ever so gently against one another. “Hi,” You simply stated, pupils completely blown as you realized Megumi was fully inside you now.

He smiled down at you, shutting his eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath so as not to cum prematurely, because after all, its not like he’s been fucking his fist every night for the past four years thinking about this very moment. He replied after that brief second, dragging himself out of you and just leaving the tip in, before thrusting back up into you, punctuating the action with a nonchalant, “Hey there, sweetheart.”

You were rendered speechless from his continuous snapping of his hips into yours, driving his length deeper and deeper into you. Your breasts bounced with each thrust he gave you, until he brought a hand up to grope at the flesh and tweak your sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“Feels so good around me, love. Like you were made for me, yeah?” He mumbled against your lips, his heart swelling with every little moan and whimper you released as he fucked you.

“Mhm,” you moaned, fingernails raking across his back, “I love it, I love you, fuck..”

The term of endearment went straight to his cock, motivating him to quicken his pace and feeling himself get closer and closer to his release. “Love you too, ahh, s-so much”

A pretty blush crept over his face, accompanied by a thin veil of sweat on his forehead from his relentless pounding. The small room was filled with a cacophony of mumbled I love you and so so good until that knot building in your stomach had reached its limit.

“‘m close, Gumi…” you whined, hands travelling to wind themselves around his dark locks above you.

“Cum with me, sweetheart,” he groaned back, feeling his balls tightened as soon as your walls clamped down around his length, the delicious sensation driving you both over the edge. He filled you up with his hot seed, your release mixing with his, finally becoming one after so many years apart.

And once it was all said and done, you lay there in the calmness of dawn for what felt like hours until your lover was taken by sleep once more. Until, you fled his presence, careful not to wake him; you cleaned yourself up and tossed a thin robe over your frame, placed a chaste kiss to his cheek, and entered your studio.

Taking your seat at your stool, eyes travelling from the forgotten canvas from yesterday to the depiction of that summer’s day all those years ago, smiling at the boy holding the poppy. You thanked the universe for sending your muse back to you.

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ENHYPEN hyung line x gn!reader

maknae line pt. 2

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he got back a bit earlier but stopped himself from telling you b/c he just wanted to watch you dance a bit longer

I firmly believe that he would be internally fangirling because look at how good you are at not only being a great s/o but an entire dancer too; like was there anything you couldn’t do?

once he announces himself, he’d act like he didn’t see you totally slaying the choreography until he says “Soooooo... like where did you learn to dance that well?”

and here you were thinking that you didn’t caught dancing to their song like 😳only for you to admit that you may have been practicing dancing to their song

as well is though because in the future, y’all will have dancing lessons here and there because he really loves when you dance with him

the rest of the hyung line below

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similar to Hee, he watched you for a bit before making his presence known

doesn’t act like he didn’t see you because he comes in wearing a smirk on his face while holding the food (like that’s my s/o y’all!!)

“You dancing to our song was something I never knew I needed to see!”

embarrassed you hide your face since you obviously weren’t planning on getting caught but give him a thank you

down the line of y’all’s relationship, he does ask you from time to time if you’d like to learn the dance to [insert song name] and does his best to teach you

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didn’t even bother to wait before barging in with the food while he watched you

LOWKEY SCREAMS EXCITEDLY AT YOU LIKE “BABY YOU DANCE SO WELL! WHAT THE HECK SOIDJSODIJ”

Feeling the vibe and the confidence it gave you, you’re like “of course 😌baby”

also texts the gc with the rest of ENHYPEN to tell him how good you are and basically simp more for you; I also think that the boys would make fun of him for it but in a lovingly way

Thinking of ways to get you to dance again and more with him (a/n: bro he’s so cute, I love him so much)

ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ

this manz probably walked in a straight face but was smiling hard on the inside

“I brought our food and it seems like you just served us with a great dance cover”

not knowing how to react, you feel your face heat up and mutter a thank you before sitting down to eat with him

While eating, he was looking at you with mf heart eyes and admiration

“When we’re done, can you dance with me this time? 🥺” and who were you to say no?

in conclusion, they would fall more in love with you <3

thank you so much for reading thissss! This is my first time writing for the rest of the hyung line (excluding for Jake) so I def. am not the best; nonetheless I love this concept and hope that you enjoyed reading this <3 please do take care and much love to y’all

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warmau · 3 years

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Love Struck!AU x ITZY

*makes a post about giving up writing* *girls exist* well. find other love struck!aus here: monsta x | day6 | ateez | the boyz

ryujin

pines from afar, but acts like you are strangers in public

panics when you touch her casually and makes a run for the hills

you literally just swipe over her hand reaching for your notes or something and she shoots up out of her chair like! i must! exit! the! room!

"hey ryujin, you're acting weird - do you like someone?"

"pfft no. if i liked someone i would just tell them i liked them."

and then you walk in the room and she's suddenly standing in a corner facing the wall

curses at herself when she catches herself staring at you

and she's like 'dammit get it together this is embarrassing!' pinching her nose and whatnot and then turning to see chae looking at her like O_O

when you somehow end up in front of her, she just can't help but soften at anything you say

if you are both alone you could ask ryujin to do absolutely anything, illegal or not, and she'd just nod dreamily because

instead of you talking it's just pretty bells and the sound of angels singing

she has it so bad

everyone around her soon enough comes to the conclusion also, that she has it bad

and so when you get 'accidentally' paired up for some project or end up alone in a room by 'coincidence

is really the only time ryujin even has a chance of telling you how she feels because if there is an audience she just becomes a shell

so when you sit down in front of her with a big smile and she opens her mouth to FINALLY explain why she's been running away from you like you have the plague and saying she doesn't know your name even though it's a word she repeats to herself a hundred times on a daily basis

you're like

"i know how you feel. let's date?"

ryujin: both thankful for your forwardness but also flushing so much she might have smoke coming out of her ears

everyone teases her for it because oh ryujin aren't you supposed to be the cool type who'd just ask out whoever she likes

and ryujin is like shuttup liking someone is hard

and you're also like shuttup ryujin is cool!

ryujin posing next to you with her hand on her hip like see, i am! but also yelling about how much she loves you in her head.

lia

absolutely turns the charm from 100% to 1000000000%

she's naturally confident so being lovestruck is kind of a new feeling

liking someone so much that her brain goes a little haywire is like .... not normal for her

usually, people are lovestruck for her and she has to let them down (in the coolest, most polite way possible)

she decides that she just kinda has to put in a little more of the work than usual

just a flip of her hair and handing you her phone to put your number in might not work this time

(spoiler: it would have totally worked, but for the sake of the au..)

so she starts learning about the things you like and casually dropping them in conversation

and then you ask a follow-up and she's like oh f this was NOT in the synopsis of the wiki article

throws a hand around you to gauge your reaction

and when you don't really move or get all nervous she's like hmmmmm......am i not having any effect on them?!?

basically, hot girl misreads the situation a billion times over

but she isn't really one to mope about - especially because regardless of it all she really likes you - so she keeps trying

and her energy just burst out one day and she's like

"maybe i don't know much about your hobbies but i like you so much that if you wanted to go bird watching i would totally go with you even though birds kind of freak me out!"

and you're like

"oh! i like you too :)"

and she's like HOW YOU DIDNT EVEN GIVE ANY SIGNS

and you're like oh im sor- but too late because who cares you like her back and now lia is kissing you

also later you're like we don't have to bird watch honestly i think cuddling and a movie sounds better and lia is like oh thank god

chaeryeong

doesn't know she's lovestruck until ryujin points out that she's doodled your name in hearts all over her notebook

kinda the definition of the 'stares at you until you fall in love with me' meme

her feelings are hard to voice since she's new to them and so when she's given the chance to be alone with you she kinda just

doesn't talk

ryujin and yuna try to pry conversation out of her but she just looks down and when you ask her something she only get kind of a mumble out of her

but she is lovestruck - she touches all the cat plushies when she's at the store with her friends because she knows you like them

she sees your favorite colors on clothes or in paintings or on the flowers that grow outside her apartment

and her mind always drifts and finds you

she used to space out and think of nothing or at least of what she's going to eat later on but now it's just little details about you

and once again, she's back to drawing your names in hearts, and once again the rest of itzy is like oh what are we going to do with her

the one thing that all of her lovestruck shyness does have going for her is that

she knows a lot about you - so when something is off and no one else can tell - she does

and chaeryeong kind of breaks her own worry about if you like her back or not to comfort you and when you ask her how she knew that something was wrong

she just says that you weren't glowing like you always do

"i glow to you?" you ask in confusion

chaeryeong without realizing once again that she's confessing to you:

"of course, you glow the brightest of all the people i know."

yeji

shoves her romantic feelings under her platonic feelings the way someone shoves the worst ingredient in a sandwich to the bottom

but wow is this yeji sandwich falling apart

because for her, love can only come from a real deep connection, so you obviously have to start off close before she even considers anything more

but with that friendship - comes all the things that start driving her a little mad

little touches, you leaning over to swipe your thumb over her lips when she's got crumbs

morning texts that remind her about how much you care and pay attention to her, asking about schedules and upcoming performances

and a level of comfortability that comes with you being in her space and her being ok with it, even though she blocks others from ever entering it

her lovestruckness ends up being a detriment because she starts getting jumpy and awkward when you do the things you've been doing for a while

flinching when you touch her, leaving you on read, stepping as far away as possible from you when you guys are in a crowded room together

she kind of knows she's pushing you away and it hurts but it hurts more to think she could ruin your friendship with telling you that four letter word that is WAY stronger than 'like'

also everyone in itzy getting mad at her in the gc like WHY ARE YOU PUSHING AWAY THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE!!!!!!

yeji: *sends an emoji*

lia, three seconds later knocking on yeji's door like let me in right now

it all comes to a point where you sadly ask if yeji doesn't want you to bother her anymore

and the pain on your face makes yeji's heart literally shatter in her ears and she's like no that's not it i just think i feel something different for you than before

and you're like different? and she make a face you've only seen maybe once before and you're like

"do you - love me?" and she immediately is like "no!" but you've known her for long enough to know that she wanted to say yes and it's a reflex

so you giggle and ask her again like are you sure? because if you do love me i love you back and yeji just

makes another cute, adorable face and you instantly know that one too

it's the 'im so happy i could cry' face

yuna

gets a lil.........weird

you talk with her and she's like wiggling? or vibrating?

she stretches out her hands and jumps around and you are like are you ok? and she's like im fine!

starts talking jibberish and pretending to be interested in the threads on chaeryeong's clothes instead of answering you

she's a little eccentric already so people don't pay too much mind but it just seemingly gets worse when you're around

itzy asks her what is happening and she's just like. i don't know. i just don't know what to say around them....

and they're like so you start acting like a piece of jello during an earthquake? and she's like .......... leave me alone

practices having a normal conversation with you in the bathroom mirror while she's brushing her teeth

but even then she ends up saying something weird or out of the blue because just the thought of you makes her brain go all fuzzy

lia is like practice with a real person like me ok

and yuna is like ok and she's like "hey, so do you want to um go on a like. .... like a.....maybe like a...."

and lia is nodding and nodding and nodding

and then yuna's just like "um....did you know twenty five thousand nerve endings in your inner ear?"

lia: the word was date. just say do you want to go on a date.

yuna: sorry :(

she tries to text you instead but it's like keysmashing and like seriously

what is going on with her

and then finally someone gets the bright idea that all yuna has to do is say her strange thing in front of you and if you guys like each other

shouldn't you be able to translate what she means?

yuna is convinced it won't work but she gets put in front of you and you're like smiling because well. yuna

and she's like hiiiiiiii um...i um......did you know giraffe's have purple tongues?

and you stare at her and she's flushing and everyone is waiting and you're like

"are you asking me on a date?"

itzy: cheering because you successfully translates yuna's lovesick language

yuna: how did you know?!?!

you: pfft, of course mentioning a giraffe has to mean romance right?

yeji: guys wait i think they might be in love but i think they also share the same braincell

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en-amours · 4 years

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「 when enhypen’s s/o is on their period — hcs 」

— 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: requested by an anon! this is actually my first time doing something like this so i hope it’s alright 🥺👉👈 thanks for sending in the req <33 hope you enjoy !!

— 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff, comfort

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「 LEE HEESEUNG ! 」

babie would be so concerned oml 🥺

he’d constantly check in on you after every five minutes and by the sixth time he’s asked you how you were doing, you just laugh and give him a gentle pat on the head, “i’m alright, angel.��

“are you sure? d’you want to eat anything?” he counters, but his face scrunches up slightly as he reiterates: “i’m not getting you chocolate fudge again, though; too much sweets isn’t all that healthy for—”

he’s confused when you start laughing softly, but his mind goes haywire when you plant a kiss on the crown of his head. “you’re cute, heeseung. since fudge is out of the options, i’ll settle for your love instead.”

(normally, he’d be close to disowning you every time you’d say something corny, but for days like this he’d just sigh)

that’s what love does to a person.

a moodmaker <3 whenever you’re grumpy he just chuckles softly and envelopes you in his arms, which melts away your irritation like lemon drops

surprisingly calm when you start to have cramps

attends to you quickly so you’d be stunned when he hands you paracetamol less than a minute after you complain, pecks your cheek then sits right beside you in case you need something

all around v attentive & adorable <33

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「 JAY PARK ! 」

idk why but i feel like he’d be one of those boyfriends that keeps track of your periods

before you can even send him a text, jay is already knocking on your door and telling you to sit tight as he makes a beeline for the kitchen because—you thank your lucky stars—he actually knows how to cook !! (jkjk)

but he takes his time making you the best meals (because you’re the best person who deserves all the love in the world)

if you get worked up over something he’ll gladly sit down and listen to you ramble to your heart’s content + have some additions of his own & you just feel your heart swell bc of how good of a listener he is ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

at times when you’re too stubborn and end up working too much, he’d slip into his stern self and begin nagging you gently so you won’t strain yourself, and you always end up complying

jay won’t admit this out loud, but he finds it cute when you call him to give you stomach rubs when cramps begin to kick in.

“thanks, jay. i owe you.”

“yeah, yeah,”

“oh, hush. you love me.”

(he does, and he ends up leaving your house more enamoured than before.)

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「 JAKE SHIM ! 」

judging from the sunghoon-shoes situation, i’ve no trouble believing that you would get tired of your cravings real quick if you’ve got sunny boy as your s/o ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

like, he’d visit your place carrying a bag of all your favorite food & the warmest smile: “i’ve got you, buttercup.”

doesn’t let you do things he deems are “too strenuous”; he’d intervene with gentle “nuh-uh”s and does your task for you (even if it’s something simple like washing the dishes) and you both always end up bickering because i’m fine, jake, now move aside before you break the bowl—

will provide everything you need in a flicker if you start to feel uncomfortable

painkillers? you got it. heat bag? already on your right. hotel? trivago.

he just wants his world to feel okay 🥺

(on another note, he’d definitely try to cuddle the pain away.)

if you feel too weary/your cramps aren’t giving up, jake would snuggle up to your side and rub your stomach gently—when you look at him to murmur a quiet thanks he’s already pressed a kiss on your cheek, smiling softly.

“take it easy, yeah? i don’t want you feeling all uncomfortable.”

dear god i’m whipped.

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「 PARK SUNGHOON ! 」

a cautious little boyo :’) still needs time to adjust to your mood swings & your sudden cravings

but he won’t hesitate to run to the nearest store to get snacks to fulfill your seemingly unquenchable hunger or to buy you pads when you’re running low on them.

his gentleness is amplified tenfold whenever you call out for him, answering you with a quiet “hm?” and puts all his attention on you

sometimes you even feel like crying because he's always so patient with you, considerate of everything that affects you and you wonder how you ever ended up with someone like him.

he lowkey freaks out when you start groaning out of pain, though; gets tongue-tied asking you what’s wrong and you get a little guilty for getting him all worried

but he listens to your instructions well & does your requests quickly.

“here you are,” sunghoon places the heat bag on your abdomen by your position on the couch, patting your stomach gently.

“i’m sorry,” you sigh. “you’ve been flocking around all day because of me.”

“don’t be,” he shakes his head, his eyes twinkling with a fondness you can never get enough of. “i’d do anything for you.”

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「 KIM SUNOO ! 」

“is my baby feeling bad? it’s alright, because i’m here now!”

congratulations, you’ve gotten together with happiness himself :DD

you’re the one who always babies him in this relationship so whenever your period strikes he takes this opportunity to baby you instead, cocooning you with care & affection

(and you let him bc he looks like even more babie when he does).

you think your mood swings never last that long whenever he’s around; one smile from him & suddenly everything is filled with the sensation of being basked in sunshine

if you’re gloomy/irritated he’d bust out his signature aegyo & giggle when he’d see you slowly break out into an incredulous smile because i can’t believe i love him this much.

i think he highkey enjoys the tummy rubs more than you do ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

is very giggly and teases you when he does; the tension in your body dissipates along with the miserable feeling within your chest, and you smile so hard your cheeks hurt.

you’d shake your head, grinning, “kim sunoo, you are a wonder.”

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「 YANG JUNGWON ! 」

“y/n, are you okay?”

“i feel like a thousand knives are stabbing my body but i think i’m alright.”

tries not to openly panic the whole time hhhhh

he’s still pretty new to relationships so he’s considerate of everything; asking you if you’re in any pain or if your position was uncomfortable or if you wanted to eat anything so he could go take you out/buy you something—he’d just try his best to help you in any way possible.

he’d feel slightly apologetic if he thinks his questions are becoming repetitive, but you always reassure him that you’re okay; will also gauge your reactions carefully & is cautious about anything that might upset you.

was a bit iffy about the tummy rubs at first, but as time passed by he grew to love it as well 🥺🥺

someone pls just give this boy a hug he’s trying so hard for you

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「 NI-KI ! 」

actually familiar with these kinds of situations so he’s very far from losing his composure

although considering that he’s a baby, he’s still new to this whole relationship jazz so he might be more reluctant in some aspects.

will act before you can even request something—if you turn to ask him to kindly fetch you heat pads (?) for your sore muscles he’s already handing it to you, or if you try to walk to the fridge to get something he would remind you that he already placed it on the table

is the type to text his hyungs/sister to ask what to do next (and will also suffer in silence when nobody in the gc replies something helpful)

once when he approached you after you started complaining bc of cramps, you nearly lost your mind bc you’ve never seen anybody so gentle and soft with their eyes spangled with stars and holy heck you never realized you were this whipped for him??

“sit tight, y/n.” he rubs your stomach, almost in consolation, with a small smile you rarely see, and you just about feel your heart melt into a puddle, “you’ll be alright soon—just call me if you need me, okay?”

just the bestest boy all around (^-^)

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halcyon-writings · 3 years

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Asking again to make sure it reaches you. I really want to read BnHA drabbles or headcanons where Bakugou, Todoroki, and Inasa finish their remedial courses for their hero licenses, but then realize they haven't contacted their s/o ONCE while their courses and training were going on. And the last call/text they got from her was her asking if they want to break up so they can focus on being heroes. Now they need to apologize for accidentally ignoring her and convince her it wont happen again

note(s): okay so i’m definitely glad you sent this in again bc i didn’t get the first one omg. but hi yes here we go after 84 years thank you for your patience!! again small reminder that i mainly write gn!reader, however i did try for this rq as you specified female pronouns in the request however but idk how well i did djskdjs

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now let us set the scene *cue that typical harp transition music*

When you had agreed to run to the store real quick to pick something up for an extra dinner dish, you had believed it would have helped get your mind off of the particular elephant in the room.

When in fact, being alone with your thoughts did not help in the slightest. You check your phone for what feels like the nth time today, and still, nothing. You knew that remedial courses would take a good chunk of their time, and you were very thankful that you had passed the provisional exam on the first try, but still, what about a hello? A, how are you? something, anything!

And maybe, just maybe, during your small emotional crisis you send what looks very closely like a breakup text to your boyfriend because, after all, you’re very emotional at the moment and it felt necessary okay?

So of course when you’re boyfriend finally gets to reading said text, he, quite literally, almost has a heart attack.

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Katsuki’s first response, once he gets to reading all the messages he missed, no thanks to the BakuSquad’s gc and Kaminari sending memes at 1 am followed by Mina and Kirishima’s laughter/keysmashes killing his battery, is to just curse out loud. One tired “Fuck.” Because he may not have realized it at the time but he really was pushing you away. He probably goes to Mina next, because she would be the better choice in asking for advice. (And would keep focus bc while the rest are good at giving advice it’s staying on topic that’s the problem).

And also Mina and Bakugo friendship is severely underrated and we need more of it thank you!!!

Following her advice, Bakugo will go to wherever you are. And If you told your parents about him , he is ready to plead his case, if he’s gotta do the whole shebang he will. Katsuki genuinely wants to make up for it. If he’s bringing you your favorite snacks, he will. Along with whatever else you want him to bring. One of the next ways he’ll go about making up for it is quality time. Because he genuinely likes to hang out with you.

Whether it’s napping or cuddling together while watching your show/movie of choice, or just walking around the town and finding cool hangout spots. As long as it’s with you he’s more than happy to be there. (Although he may not be as expressive, you’ll know when you see the soft and fond look on his face. But tease him about it and he’ll vehemently deny it.)

However the hold he has on your hand gets a little tighter, but he’s still like, gentle? idk words man. but like he’s very soft. And he makes note to not let himself get so caught up in hero work. Because breaks from working himself to the ground is important. Even more rewarding when he gets to spend time with you afterwards.

Out of the three of them, Inasa definitely has the... loudest of reactions and responses. He might have shouted, which then got the others concerned because again this was probably when he was leaving the remedial course and nothing was really wrong before hand. Or if he’s on the train he scares some passengers and an old grandma almost hits him with her purse. Idk he’s having a time guys and not a good one. He definitely will google search good ways to make up with an s/o

He can and will show up to your house with a giant bouquet of flowers and dressed up, he had to be stopped from wearing a suit though, but it was close. Inasa wants to show he's serious and that he really wants to make up for this, please stop him, he can and will buy more flowers if he thinks it'll help the cause. The fact that someone like him can look like a kicked puppy so easily only makes this more sad dfjskfjs. help this poor guy

If you're not busy, mans is ready to take you out to go eat something then and there, because he's ready to make up for missed dates/hangouts asap!!! In turn you gotta tell him, really, he doesn't have to rush it. Because if he really tried everything he had planned you guys would miss the last train to get home and that would not be fun. Just the fact that he's trying this much means a lot. And it also helps settle the fear that this was just a bad case of miscommunication and that he wasn't ghosting you. (Unless- jkjk these aren’t these kinda hcs)

I think Inasa is really good at giving hugs, like he’s big and that muscle isn’t for show. Like where’s that one redraw meme where one person just is pressed against the other’s chest like “:000” and looking a little smug bc that’s you and Inasa okay. Especially when he’s brought you home after your day of adventure, it’ll take some convincing to let you go, as once he holds onto you, he clings subconsciously. But rest assured that when you’re free again, he will do this all over again. Even when you confirm that everything is okay, he’s still gonna try his hardest.

Todoroki’s reaction is definitely a lot more curbed and bottled in compared to Bakugo’s or Inasa’s. That’s not to say he isn’t concerned when he reads your text and the meaning of your words begin to set in. You can almost tell that something is wrong, however, just by the slightest way his body language shifts. But rest assured, he’s gonna get back to you asap so that you both can talk this out. Shoto pre-Izuku’d character development definitely had him trusting a lot less, and so you are definitely really special when he trusts you enough to get close to and even ask you out.

He will however give you time to cool off, because you probably aren’t feeling too great sending the message and he wants to be able to collect his own thoughts too. Then when he’s meeting you, he’s very forward in his apology, he admits what he did wasn’t great. (Ngl I feel like he’d act like he killed your pet or something with how sincere he sounds todo baby...)

He’ll tell you all about the remedial courses, and he feels a bit relieved when you laugh at the “five weenies” joke. (It’s hard to stay mad at him when he looks so serious and says that with a perfect deadpan). Instead you ask him more about his time with the others there. Maybe a little ashamed because this kind of thing is still pretty new to him (and no offense to them but his parents weren’t exactly the best example as to what a relationship should be like). You see the way his eyes light up and you realize, it’s okay.

He’s learned a lot from this. Not just how to be a hero, but for his own personal growth too. Will he stumble a bit now and then? Yes. But at least he knows that he has you along with him to help him stand back up. Slowly, but surely, Shoto is getting there. Relationships in general are newer to him given that he avoided them in the beginning at his time at UA, but once he gets close to someone. He keeps them close and doesn’t let you, so you feel really special.

#bnha imagine #mha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #shoto todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #inasa yoarashi x reader #shoto todoroki imagines #katsuki bakugo imagines #inasa yoarashi imagines #mine

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spookysmujer · 4 years

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Hood Love, O. Diaz

Summary: As high school sweethearts, Oscar being in prison never changed the way you felt about him. You’re known for being a brat with him, so it’s only fair to uphold the attitude and make him jealous behind the steel curtain.

warnings: jealous/toxic!Oscar

word count: 1.2K

requested by my bitch @youllneverknowrac

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“You better not hang up.” Oscar sounds through the receiver of your phone which is pressed between your ear and shoulder as you make lunch. You roll your eyes and close the jar of mayo not saying anything.

You don’t need to hear him speak to know what kind of look he has on his face. A small grin spreads across your face as you remind quiet, ��Mami? Babe? Babe?” He repeats over and over again, the laughter not being able to be contained any longer.

The eruption of laughter causes him to Oscar click his tongue and sigh. Meanwhile on his side, he’s leaned against the wall with a stoic expression. He’s had a long day of dealing with unnecessary shit. The last thing he wants is his ruca adding to the long list of bullshit.

“Y/N.”

First names were never used between the two of you, since the first day you spoke to each other freshmen year. It’s been nicknames of all sorts, it wasn’t like you never used your legal names with each other but to go from mami to Y/N means that he isn’t in the mood.

The seriousness in his voice causes you to roll your eyes and sigh. “I’m still here, you always trip on me. Go run some shit or something, I got to eat my lunch then head out anyways.”

Oscar hated when you had to cut the calls short, he already has a limited time with talking to you, he missed his ruca bad. “Fine, I’ll hit you up later, low. You better not have plans then.”

“Mhm, we’ll see. Bye, papas.” He retorts back his farewell and the call ends. Oscar had meant the phone call later would be through a smuggled phone, every once in a while you’ll get a call that’s not through the prison system and you love it. He is at ease and more calm, not to mention the sexy time with get with you man who is all those mile away.

You spend the day getting things done around the house. Buzzing with excitement to hear his voice, though the excitement began to fade when you think back on how he was in a bit of a mood. You roll your eyes at his demands. An idea popping in your head.

After finishing dinner, you shower up and wait for the phone to ring. When it does, a mischievous smile forming on your lips. You watch the phone for a few seconds, clearing you throat and laying back, “Hi babe.”

“The fuck it took you so long to answer?” He asks you, the irritation prominent in his voice, you smile as you get under the covers comfortably. “It rang like 3 seconds longer, calmate. I’m getting ready though, what you doing papas?”

The silence after your silence proves the plan in effect is working, you try your best to not laugh, “I thought I asked you not to have plans, you knew I was calling.” You roll your eyes, turning over the under the covers.

“You told me to not have plans, not asked, mister. Plus, just going out for a drink with the girls.... At Santana’s place.” You add in at the end of the sentence, you could hear Oscar release a breath at the beginning of your sentence and when you say where you are heading out to, the exhalation of his breath comes to an abrupt stop.

Before he got sent back in, you were like a leech to him. Stuck to him whenever he went out. He liked it though he never admitted it. One of the places he tried to avoid going to with you is one of his homie’s, Santana. Before Oscar asked you to be his ruca, Santana use to hit on you big time. He hated bringing you around to his place.

You lay in silence for moment, “Babe?”

Oscar doesn’t reply right away, he clears his throat and remains silence. Every single thought that Santana will be thinking about is what’s currently running through Oscar’s mind. How the puto will be eyeing you up and down since you don’t got him wrapped on you.

He sighs, “Go have your fun. I’ma bounce.”

“Babe, chill. Why can’t I go?” You ask, the irritation heavy in the silence alone,

“Why do you ask dumb questions? Hm? Since when do you go to place’s like Santana’s without me? What makes you think I’d be okay that? You gonna bounce to go act stupid, then go.” He says angrily.

You roll your eyes, the idea to get Oscar jealous is in full effect. You can hear him getting worked up. A part of you is loving it, the sinister part of you wants to keep going. But the loving part of you feels bad. He’s already dealing with all that shit in there and you are suppose to be his support/solace.

Oscar is fuming on the other side. Losing his shit silently that you want to hit up Santana’s place. The insecurities begin to eat at him about the two of you and your relationship that had been broken down and rebuilt over the years. You feel that he is quickly overthinking.

“Papi, I’m not going anywhere. Especially not to his place. I’m just fucking with you. You gotta chill, I knew you were calling so why would I make plans, hm?” You smile to yourself as you reach over to grab the framed picture of you and Oscar that sits on your bedside table.

It’s the two of you on his front porch. He’s sat on the stairs and you are one below him, between his legs. You’re leaned back into him and he’s sporting the mean muggin’ Spooky look. Meanwhile you’re cheesy like a kid in a candy shop. You gleam at the picture, immediately missing him a lot more than you just were.

He scoffs, “Because you acting like puta. you loving acting like that with me. Cool though, be someone else’s hyna you gonna fuckin’ act like that.” He spits.

“Yeah, like you would let me be with someone else.”

Oscar smiles but remains authoritative in his tone, “You better know that. No one gonna get you even if you could get got. Cause if I get got mamas, you comin’ with.” The smile that spreads on your lips begin to hurt your cheeks.

“No place I’d rather be, baby.”

The conversation goes on about how shit’s been stressful. Running complexes has Oscar feeling a whole decade older than he really is. His ranks moving up in the Santos exponentially. But if it’s one thing that can get him through the next few years is the promise of you waiting for him when he comes home.

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bookstantrash · 3 years

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A/N: Who’s in for more Nessian Pride and Prejudice? This is now going to be a multichapter fic so I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I do! This is also almost 4K (3.997 words to be more specific lmao), the most I’ve ever written, so you can tell how obsessed I’m with P&P.

You can check here Pemberley’s Lake , part one of this fic.

Once again, huge shoutout to the gc for always being so encouraging. I love y’all 🥺 and special thanks for @perseusannabeth for brainstorming this fic with me 💜

Hooked on you

“The baskets?”

“Yes, my Lord”

“And the refreshments?”

“Yes, they are cool and ready to be served”

“And the table was set in case the ladies prefer its comfort to sitting in the picnic towel?”

“The fluffiest and silkiest one has been chosen and is in place, along with the table, chairs and parasol”

“And what about—”

“My Lord,” Mrs.Potts firmly said, interrupting Cassian’s nervous rambling “Everything has been double checked and ready since my lord inquired about it during breakfast”

Cassian exhaled, running his hands through his hair. Nesta and her companions were to arrive at any minute now, and he had to make sure everything was perfect. She deserved nothing but perfection, and Cauldron blast him if he ended up offending her and her friends in any way.

“Forgive me Mrs.Potts,” he said with small smile “My nerves are getting the best of me”

“You have nothing to worry about my Lord, the staff and I will not disappoint” the elderly head maid assured him. All of Pemberley’ staff had noticed how much their master’s encounter with Lady Archeron had raised his spirits, and they had made their life purpose to make sure his smile never disappeared.

Cassian had to be one of the kindest masters Mrs.Potts had ever served, and most of the staff agreed with her. He always made sure to make all of them comfortable and inquire about how their family was faring, if they were in need of any assistance. He showed a care towards his personnel that went beyond the common care of a master towards his servants, but rarely appeared to be truly happy, wearing a mask that concealed a deep sadness and loneliness within himself.

They had taken upon themselves to organise the most elaborate picnic in the history of Pemberley, in hopes their lord’ smile wavered no more.

And that a certain lady decided to accept his heart.

“The guests have arrived, sir” Cogsworth, Pemberley’s major-domo and head of the household staff, announced “They are waiting in the parlor”

“Thank you, Cogsworth. I shall be with them in a minute”

The butler gave a small nod and left them, going back to tend to the guests.

“Mrs.Potts,” Cassian said, turning in his head maid’s direction “How do I look?”

“Quite dashing, sir, if I may say so” she replied with a motherly smile.

“You may. And the compliment is most welcome” he replied, a boyish grin on his face.

Cassian had taken the utmost care getting dressed that morning. His hair alone had taken him two hours to achieve its natural messy and ruffled appearance, he wore one of his best fitted clothes, and his shoes were so polished he could see his reflection on them.

He could not allow himself to ruin this second chance fate had given him. Even if Nesta had not accepted his heart, he would do anything and everything to be of assistance to her and make sure she had the most enjoyable time in Pemberley.

Cassian quickly walked to the parlor, possible dialogues with Nesta going over his head, from polite greetings to teasings and inquires about her sisters and trip.

But it all went flying from his head the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Nesta Archeron possessed a beauty that took Cassian’s breath each time he saw her, and her current attire did little to help him breath.

She wore a light blue one piece gown, but what had him mesmerised was its off shoulder design, allowing him a clear view of her clavicule and showing a little bit more of skin than the current fashion allowed. White flower shaped buttons added a nice touch to the design, and her elbow length gloves acted as the perfect element to balance the daring dress.

“My Lady,” Cassian greeted, boldly reaching for her hand to drop a chaste kiss on it, wishing those stupid gloves were not in the way “I hope you did not wait for too long?”

“Not at all, sir” Nesta answered, a slight blush in her cheeks “May I introduce you to Miss Gwyneth Berdara, Miss Emerie Carynthian and Sir Balthazar Oristian?”

Cassian looked at both ladies, greeting them as he had with Nesta.

“It is an honour to finally meet the most sought singer in all England” he said, raising the opera singer’s hand to kiss it too, her pale constitution allowing him to notice how much she blushed.

He had thought it better to greet all ladies in the same manner, for it would be impolite and could arise assumptions of his feelings towards Nesta.

Miss Gwyneth Berdara was a petite woman, but Cassian knew that once she sang one could not help but be drawn to her, who shined the most brightly on the stage. Her copper chestnut hair was free, pinned back from her face by a dark blue ribbon, allowing a perfect view of her teal coloured eyes and freckled face. He could not help but wish that Nesta had followed her friend’s example and let her hair down too, which was fashioned in a coronet braid.

Cassian had not been able to stop thinking of Nesta with her hair unbound, that look of surprise on her face in the back of his mind.

He was always thinking of that look on her face.

Miss Berdara held a dark green parasol — no doubt to protect her fair skin from the sunlight — and a matching dress in similar fashion to Nesta’s, although hers had long sleeves.

“And you must be the famous business woman who has been driving society mad with your beautiful designs” he eyed the lady in question and tried to hide his surprise as he greeted her.

Because Miss Emerie Carynthian was wearing high waisted black pants and a long sleeved white shirt with ruffled laces, her curly brown hair in a high updo.

She for sure was the one responsible for Gwyn’s and Nesta’s daring attire.

“How flattering, sir. At least one gentleman here knows how to talk to ladies” Emerie said, glancing at their only male companion with a smirk.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, sir” Balthazar ignored Emerie, quite used to his business partner’s teasing “I heard incredible stories about your feats in the War. Shame I was placed in a squadron so far away from your or else I could have seen you in action.”

“You participated in the Battle of Meinir Pass?” Cassian asked, surprised, shaking the other man’s hand in greeting.

“Aye sir, third squadron. After the War I invested some money in business, being fortunate to make a big deal. The unfortunate side being that said deal was with Miss Emerie here”

Cassian laughed. They were a curious group, with only Nesta actually having a place in high society, but still befriending those of different status. It was not something usual, and he felt even more wonder towards her.

“Shall we move on? There are refreshments and we were graced with wonderful weather.” escorting his guests outside, Cassian asked Balthazar about his time in the army, all the while keeping an eye on Nesta, that damn dress threatening to undo his sanity before lunch time.

~•~

Fishing was supposed to be a nice activity. Calming. Relaxing.

Harmless.

Except nothing was truly harmless if Nesta Archeron was involved, because Cassian could not care less about catching fish.

Emerie and Gwyn — she had insisted to be called Gwyn instead of Gwyneth, “We are friends now, you cannot call me Gwyneth, it is too serious” — had gotten bored of fishing after twenty minutes and were now eating strawberries in the blanket laid near the lake. Cassian was really glad they had liked the blanket and ditched the table.

It meant they were comfortable around him.

It meant that he was one more step away from ruining his plan to make today perfect.

Balthazar had promptly prepared his things and in no time had caught three fishes. Emerie had bet he could not catch ten until they left for their inn, so now he was making his goal to catch not ten but fifteen.

Cassian could only wonder how their partnership was if this is how they usually behaved around each other.

Nesta, on the other hand, had been busy reading a book, completely lost in her world.

Until Gwyn and Emerie thought it would be a good idea to splash water at her.

Cassian thought she was going to be angry to have her clothes wet — or to risk getting her book damaged — but he was taken by surprise when Nesta threw her head back and laughed, cheeks flushed and the sun shining in her hair.

It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, and he was so mesmerized by it that he almost hooked his finger instead of the fishing bait.

Cassian lost all interest in fishing once they started splashing water at themselves, watching them play with a small smile on his face, no doubt appearing to be a fool in love.

Balthazar, however, was not so happy.

“This must be a plan from Emerie to ruin my fishing” he muttered a little annoyed “I was about to catch a big one but they scared it away”

“They will get tired soon, my friend” Cassian tried to assure him “It is quite hot today to be moving around, even if they are splashing water at each other”

The sun was indeed high in the sky, and Cassian could not help but wonder how the ladies managed to appear so composed and fresh despite the many layers they wore. He and Balthazar had long ditched their coats to stay only in their shirts, Cassian going as far as rolling his sleeves.

He had failed to notice how Nesta had been eyeing him as he rolled his sleeves, her eyes tracing every new piece of tanned skin being exposed.

“It must be the sun” she thought to herself as she felt her mouth getting dry looking at Cassian’s bare forearms “Surely I am not attracted to him. I am just thirsty because of the weather.”

Nesta had been feeling strangely anxious since they had arrived at Pemberley, her heart threatening to burst out of her chest when Cassian kissed her hand. Oh, how she had momentarily wished she was as bold as Emerie and Gwyn to not bother with gloves — Nesta had been offered by Emerie to wear one of her newly designed pants, which she politely declined, stating that the off shoulder gown was as daring as she would allow herself to be — so she could finally know how Cassian’s lips would feel against her bare skin.

She was not proud to have thought such an improper thing, and even more ashamed of the ugly feeling in her heart when Cassian greeted her friends in the same manner.

How delusioned she had been to think he was showing her some preference.

That his feelings had stayed the same since her sister’s ball.

Cassian was a gentleman, and as such was only showing proper courtesy by greeting them all in the most dignified manner.

“Oh, it is so hot” Gwyn complained, their water game interrupted to get some refreshments “Even your light designed gowns cannot keep it away, Emerie”

“If only we could go for a dive” Emerie sighed, eyeing the lake.

“It would not be proper” Nesta mumbled, still distracted as she watched Cassian.

“Proper” Emerie snorted, taking off her shoes and rolling her pants until her ankles “I almost regret wearing those pants, if only they did not look so good on me”

“Emerie what are you doing, for the Mother!” Nesta exclaimed, watching as her friend dipped her feet in the cold water.

“I am refreshing myself dear, what does it look like?” she waved her hand in dismissal. “Balthazar could not care less about seeing some skin, he is too busy trying to win our bet. Whereas Cassian is too polite to stare. Besides, I dare say he would not care either, as he seems to be used to female attention.”

Nesta found herself with nothing to say in face of Emerie’s remarks, except her annoyance that Cassian would have ladies falling left and right at his feet.

That strangely bothered her.

“Pardon me then, I will agree with Emerie on this” Gwyn declared, dipping her own feet in the lake and sighing in delight “Join us Nesta, please. You must be feeling quite hot”

“Oh well, stop rushing me” Nesta replied, faking annoyance. She promptly dumped her feet in the water, even going as far as taking off her gloves and unbuttoning the first two buttons of her dress, letting the fresh air cool her warm skin “There, all relaxed and improper.”

“Bravo!” Emerie exclaimed, and the three of them laughed loudly.

Nesta had to agree that the cold water was indeed very refreshing, soon not even caring about Cassian or Balthazar’s presence. It was good to let off some steam and forget proper etiquette for a moment. She imagined her mother rolling in her grave in ultrage at her eldest daughter's attitude, which filled her with smug satisfaction.

A fish came up to swim around Nesta’s feet, and she giggled at the sensation.

“Do not move” Balthazar said, eyeing the fish “I have my sights on this little fella”

“Balthazar! Let it go! It’s not bothering me” she exclaimed, feeling protective over her new aquatic friend.

“But Nesta, I have caught twelve fish already. If you let me— “

“I do not allow you to dare and hurt it. You have more than enough time to attempt and win yours and Emerie’s bet” Nesta declared, leaving no room for argument.

Balthazar cursed quietly, but he knew better than to try to go against Nesta. Even if it was over a small thing as a fish.

Nesta asked Gywn about her mysterious sponsor, which had made it possible to fulfill her dream of singing in the most renowned opera houses in England. Gwyn informed she had yet to meet her generous patron, but that recently she had been receiving flowers every new performance.

“You think they are from your patron?” Nesta inquired “Or from any of your mass of admirers?”

Gwyn blushed at her friend’s teasing. Her dressing room was usually crowded with gifts after her performances, be it with expensive jewelry, chocolates, dresses and even love letters.

“I do not know. All I have as a clue are the lovely ribbons used to tie the flowers with” she indicated the one currently tying her hair.

They kept talking about who possibly could be her sponsor, lost in their gossip.

If they had paid attention, both ladies would have spotted Cassian — a small blush that could pass as a result from the hot weather adorning his face — gazing at Nesta.

More specifically, at her ankles.

His hands were tightly gripping the fishing rod, his eyes moving from her ankles to her bare arms to the two open buttons of her dress.

Cauldron, the places Nesta Archeron made his thoughts wander to.

He quickly looked back at the lake, shaking his head to try and think of other things, glad they were too busy to notice his blatantly staring.

Only that Emerie had seen him and the way he looked at one of her dearest friends. She tucked that information for later, both to tease Nesta about it and to think of more scandalous clothing to make her wear.

She knew a look of love when she saw one, and she was sure Cassian held it.

Nesta, on the other hand, would need a little push to realise her feelings.

And to Emerie’s joy, it appeared that until the end of the day she would have plenty of teasing material.

Both Cassian and Balthar took a break from fishing to have lunch with the ladies — although the latter kept eyeing his fishing rod while he ate, no doubt wanting to get back as soon as possible. Mrs.Potts and the rest of the help had really outdone themselves, there was enough food to feed at least twenty people.

“This has to be the best chocolate cake I’ve ever eaten” Nesta declared, already in her second slice “Please deliver my compliments to the cook”

“I am sure Chef Ramsay will be most pleased to hear that” Cassian said, knowing his chef would most probably scream something along the lines of ‘Of course she liked my food, I am the one who cooked it!’ but be secretly happy with the compliment.

“Elain will be sad to hear that” Gwyn teased “To think her cooking talents are viewed in such poor manners in your eyes….”

“Hush now. My sister’s cooking is exceptional, but even her would have to agree with me on this”

“You certainly enjoy it, I have never seen you so unlady like” Emerie said laughing, indicating the chocolate sauce that had gotten on her fingers.

Proving that she could be even more unlady like — by that time her mother would be almost resurrecting to hit Nesta with a whip for her horrid attitude — and shock her friends even more, Nesta licked her fingers instead of using a napkin, promptly cleaning her hand. That action brought fake gasps from her friends, who feigned horror at her action. Even Balthazar got in the play, saying no man would now dare to court her after such behaviour.

Little did he know that Cassian was thinking of proposing to Nesta again. He had tracked each lick, each portion of the chocolate sauce being eaten, his heart beating faster and faster, feeling his body warming and his mind wandering to unspeakable places not for the first time in the day.

“Get a grip Cassian” he thought to himself, drinking some lemonade in hopes of calming down.

Nesta chose the exact moment to glance at him, wanting to see his reaction at her attitude.

Not that she was anxious he would find her repulsive or unworthy of having been invited to this outing.

Rather, what she saw was Cassian drinking lemonade, the sun making his dark hair shine like obsidian, her mouth suddenly dry as she watched him swallow.

“What sorcery is this? Why do I feel that way even with the smallest things he does?” Nesta asked herself. feeling her cheeks getting warmer and looking down at her empty plate.

She made her best to try and avoid looking at him again, jumping at the opportunity to make flower crowns with Gwyn while Emerie sketched some news designs in a small notebook she carried everywhere.

Soon she was lost in the calming motion of twisting and knotting the flowers together, all thoughts of Cassian momentary forgotten.

It was Emerie’s voice saying her name that brought her back to reality.

“I think Nesta may have something”

“What?” she asked, looking up to find both Cassian and her friend looking at her.

“I was wondering if any of you would have anything I could tie my hair with” he brushed his hair back, a few curly locks falling in front of his eyes “I forgot to bring my usual leather strap with me”

“I have a ribbon” Nesta said, fumbling in her purse for the spare she always carried.

Handing him the red ribbon, her heart skipped a beat when their hands touched. She could swear his touch lingered for longer than necessary.

She watched as he gathered his hair in a bun, failing again and again at tying it with the red piece of silk.

“Is the General Commander losing against a mere hair accessory?” Nesta could not help but tease.

“This is quite different from what I am used to” he sighed in defeat “I’m withdrawing from this fight. It seems I will have to bear with the sun for a little longer”

“I could tie it for you” she blurted out before she could hold her tongue back.

Cassian only blinked at her.

“I mean, if Your Grace allows and is not bothered by me touching your hair or—”

“I would be most honoured” he cut her nervous rambling, moving to sit in front of her.

"Pardon me then” Nesta breathless said, taking his hair on her hands.

His hair was much softer than she had imagined and she dared to wonder if had she accepted his proposal, Cassian would have let her brush his hair.

If her making those small braids to make it easier to tie his rebel locks would have been a frequent occurrence.

“Oh, how lovely Nesta!” Gwyn exclaimed and placed one flower crown on Cassian’s head “There! Now he’s perfect!”

“The General Commander of the British Armies wearing a flower crown and with braids on his hair! Ha! No one would believe me if I told them!” Balthazar exclaimed, having grown tired of fishing after his eighteenth catch.

Cassian’s land really was blessed with an abundance of fish.

“What are you laughing for? I also made one for you!” Gwyn said, dumping one crown with pink flowers in Balthazar’s head, making Emerie roar with laughter.

If Cassian appeared to be bothered, he did not let it show, and Nesta could not help but think he looked adorable, nothing like the famous Lord of Bloodshed, who had killed many enemies of the Crown in battle.

“Your friends are rather charming, my Lady” Cassian pointed out, watching Emerie and Balthazar bickering while Gwyn laughed at them.

“I hope we are not causing Your Grace much trouble”

“Not at all” he assured her “This is the most fun I have had in a long time”

Nesta hoped he was saying the truth and not being excessively polite.

The afternoon went on, the group deciding to call it a day and gathering their things. Nesta stayed a little behind the group, too busy trying to button her dress again to keep up with them.

“Those beautiful unpractical buttons” she muttered angrily, failing to put the flower shaped buttons in their place.

“Lady Nesta, is something the matter?”

Nesta almost let out a scream when she saw that Cassian had not left.

“I was just— “ her words died in her throat when Cassian got closer, his hands hovering over her dress.

“May I?” he inquired softly.

Nesta could only nod and pray to the Mother he could not feel her heart beating faster than racing horses. Up close and with his hair tied back neatly — the small braids suited him more than she would have liked to admit — she could pinpoint every scar he had, from the one on his left eyebrow to the small cut near his mouth.

Her fingers itched to trace them.

To kiss them.

To kiss him.

“There. All proper now” Cassian said, his voice a little hoarse.

“Thank you, sir” Nesta managed to say despite wanting to scream and melt inside.

They walked silently back to the main state, a comfortable silence between them.

Cassian desperately wanted to hold her hand, using once again the excuse of helping her get on the carriage to do just that.

“Shall you pay Pemberley a visit tomorrow?” he hopefully asked “I could show you the rest of the state”

“I shall be waiting for your call, sir” Nesta replied.

“And please accept this,” she added in a rushed tone, dropping a small object on his hand “ it is not much but I would like to show my gratitude for today.”

“I am most thankful” Cassian said, the carriage leaving before he could say anything else.

Looking at his hand, he realised he held a delicate daisy chain, no wonder made by Nesta while she and Gywn were making the flower crowns.

“I will treasure this forever” he said looking at the carriage turning smaller and smaller as it got away from Pemberley.

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softnoblecyno · 3 years

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better to leave it unsaid

had a silly little convo in the gc about geralt being strong enough to bust through walls and thus this extremely silly little idea was born :> the title is from talk too much by coin!!

anyway this fic is jaskalt and it’s 1.2k long!!

now also on ao3!

The inn that Geralt and Jaskier were staying in tonight was one that Geralt would not have been able to stay in before Jaskier had come into his life. When Geralt walked through the door the innkeeper sneered at him and opened his mouth almost instantly, likely to tell Geralt to get lost. But Jaskier shoved in front, gave the man a thousand watt smile, and promised a performance both tonight and in the morning while he slid over the fee for two rooms plus a tip. Usually, Geralt wouldn’t’ve spent so much coin just to stay at an inn, but it was Jaskier’s gold and if Jaskier wanted to stay at an unpleasant inn and his own separate room, then Geralt wouldn’t stop him.

Two separate rooms meant that for once Geralt wouldn’t have to withstand Jaskier’s annoying music and incessant chatter, or hear him whine about not being able to take a partner to bed with him. Nor would Geralt have to deal with Jaskier cuddling up to him or getting up to use the restroom three times a night. It would be relaxing, Geralt sternly told himself, to go back to the way things were before he’d been kidnapped by elves in Posada. The quiet was liberating, not oppressive.

If he focused, Geralt could hear Jaskier puttering around in the room next door. The witcher shook his head and focused on his sword in his lap. He’d just oiled up a rag and he was going to clean his sword, not listen to Jaskier when he finally found some peace and quiet. Jaskier was humming next door. Geralt shook out his head again.

He had to clean both his swords and his armour tonight. It’d been a few weeks since he had and Jaskier’s griping about him being dirty and smelling unclean was getting on Geralt’s nerves. He was a witcher. What did Jaskier expect.

Nonetheless, here Geralt was, rag in hand.

There’s a clatter from Jaskier’s room. Geralt sighs, nearly groaning out loud. Even in a different room, Jaskier keeps distracting him.

“Geralt!” Jaskier screams. His voice is loud and horrified, and it shocks Geralt through to his core. Jaskier rarely screams like that- he whines, yes, and yells occasionally, but he does not often sound as if he fears for his life like he just did.

Geralt’s on his feet immediately, dropping the wet rag on the ground and gripping his steel sword tight in his hand. He takes a step for the door and then hesitates. Jaskier is the next room over, and every second can count in a deadly situation. He has to be quick enough to save him, He can’t be too late to save Jaskier from whatever’s threatening him. Geralt steels himself, locks his shoulder, and rams through the thin wall between him and Jaskier’s room.

The thin wood and paint splinters and falls off in chunks around him, the wall breaking from his shoulder to his knee until he can duck his head and pull up his leg to force himself through the gap. Geralt throws his sword up the moment he’s through, prepares his stance like he was taught and takes in the room-

And the room is empty aside from Jaskier, standing up on his bed, pressed against the wall and whining uncomfortably.

“Oh, Geralt, thank the gods, there’s a spider!” Jaskier flings out his arm and points towards the window in his room. When Geralt focuses very intently he can see a tiny creature crawling across the windowpane.

“Jaskier,” Geralt growls, feeling at his wits end, “Did you scream my name because you saw a bug?”

“A spider,” Jaskier corrects, then frowns at Geralt. His gaze flicks behind him and then back to Geralt. “Did you break through the wall?”

“You screamed my name,” Geralt hisses, and flicks a chunk of wood off his shoulder. He feels ridiculous holding his sword. “Grab your bag. We have to go.” There’s a commotion starting downstairs, from what Geralt can hear. Everyone heard the ruckus that they’ve both made. Geralt grits his teeth as he hears pounding footsteps make their way up the stairs. He recognizes the agitated innkeeper’s voice.

“Yes, we do,” Jaskier huffs, crossing his arms and not stepping down from the bed. “Unless you deign to kill that spider over there, I am trapped.”

“No,” Geralt rolls his eyes, trying very hard to keep his voice down as the innkeeper gets closer. “The innkeeper is coming up the stairs. He wants to know what the racket was.”

“Oh. Oh,” Jaskier realizes, eyes wide as he stares in the hole in the wall behind Geralt. “Well it’s not my fault that your gut reaction to me yelling was bursting through a wall!”

“You screamed my name!” Geralt yells, and then the innkeeper forces the door open and stares at them.

“Well, I think you both overreacted,” Jaskier says, pulling his knees closer to his chest, huddling closer to the fire that Geralt, and Geralt alone, made.

They’re out in the woods now, maybe a mile out of town. Geralt would’ve preferred not to have been run out of town, and to have had time to hunt them something for dinner, but that option was taken, rather viciously, from his hands. So here they are.

“Shut up, Jaskier,” Geralt grits out through his teeth. Jaskier, by nature, is loud whether he’s talking or not. His teeth are chattering right now, and he’s tapping a nail against a button of his doublet. He tries his best to block Jaskier out, and focus on cleaning his sword. Again.

Jaskier is quiet for all of a second. Geralt can see Jaskier look at him from the corner of his eye. He doesn’t look back. “Were you really that worried about me?”

Geralt clenches his jaw.

“Or maybe you jus like being a knight in shining armour,” Jaskier teases, a smile stretching his lips as he nudges Geralt with a hand. His fingers shake in the cold.

“I’m not a knight,” Geralt spits, “And I don’t save anyone. Now shut up and go to sleep. We’ll have to ride all day tomorrow.”

“You save me all the time,” Jaskier says. Geralt can’t help looking up at him. His expression is warm and inviting, his blue eyes soft around the edges. Geralt nearly forgets that he’s supposed to be violently opposing everything Jaskier says. He furrows his brow.

“I… you’re the one always getting yourself in danger. Not my fault I…”

“Prefer me alive?” Jaskier’s got that stupid grin he does on his face.

Geralt huffs and turns to watch the fire. He does, he admits to himself. He does prefer Jaskier by his side, however noisy the bard is.

“Maybe…” Jaskier sounds hesitant in a way Geralt isn’t used to hearing from him. “Maybe from now on we share a room. Save a lot of trouble, that way.” Jaskier isn’t looking at him anymore, either. He’s looking at his hands, fiddling with edges of his pants.

The idea settles somewhere warm in Geralt’s chest, safe and kept. It would save a lot of trouble, in the future. It’d be a lot easier to fend off tiny man-eating spiders with Jaskier at his side, and the chill that appears sweeping the bard.

“We’ll share a bedroll tonight,” Geralt says. He hears Jaskier’s breath hitch and tries his best to ignore what that might mean. “It’s cold.”

#sorry for this stupid idea hope you like it anyway!#witcher #geraskier #witcher netflix #jaskalt #txt #my writing #fic #idk how to tag my own posts does that show

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simpforsexyassmf · 3 years

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drunken business pt2 /corbyn besson x reader

triggers : ⚠⚠smut!!!⚠⚠ and adult language not suitable for audiences under the ages on 13.

im going to say that and some of y’all will still read

i had to y’all

🤣😂😭🥵

i feel two strong hands on my waist. i turn round to see corbyn, we made eye contact. i couldn’t help myself, i kiss him not caring if my brother saw, we slowly began to deepen the kiss. it felt right, his hands on my body, his lips on mine. it felt good. he starts kissing my neck, i let out a small moan. “mmm god corbyn” his lips met mine once again. “Ive been craving this for so long” he says kissing me once again “same” i say “come on, we don’t want Daniel catching us” he says as he grabs my hand and leads me to my room. he close’s the door and locks it then i grab his shirt and push him on to the bed, then climb on top of him slowly kissing his neck leaving wet bruises behind as i start grinding my ass up and down. our lips meet once again, he grabbed my thigh slowly squeezing.

he flips us over, so i’m on the bottom he kisses my neck slowly sucking on my skin leaving wet bruises on my neck “oh god” i moan, he looks at me for permission to take off my dress, i nod as i watch him slide it off. he takes a 30 seconds to admire my body i interrupt him by kissing him “you beautiful y/n” those words completely made me melt “he kisses my neck coming down to my chest “you make me feel a way that no one else has” he goes down down to my stomach

“I don’t care what anyone else says, in my eyes your the most gorgeous girl in the world” he says as he goes down kissing my stretch marks, he gets down to my underwear and looks up for permission once again i nod. he takes my underwear and slowly sticks two fingers in me, bite my lip trying not to moan “baby i wanna hear your moans” i let out a loud moan “oh corbyn” i let moan after moan “god i love the way you moan my name” i felt a knot build up in my stomach “im gonna cum” i say moaning “let it out baby” he says so i do “ughhh yess” he takes his fingers out and licks them “you taste so nice babygirl, you were amazing” he says kissing my cheek then laying down, i lay back on his chest then i feel his arm go round me. he kisses my head “night love you” he says as he drifts off “night love you too” i say closing my eyes

**next morning**

i wake up in corbyns arms, still naked from last night. I reach for my phone as i hear loads of notifications going off. i look most of then were from insta or tikotk. i click on a message from the gc

ThE dUmMy’S 😈🥵👁👄👁

dani 💙👊🏻 : umm y/n whats this **inserts video of you and corbyn making out**

the special one (jack) : ummm y/n

zachary : oh god

JoNaH lol : ummm well they look close

me : umm morning guyss

dani 💙👊🏻 : y/n come downstairs now

me : ok

the special one (jack) : some1′s in trouble

me : shut it jack

i let out a loud sign “morning” i hear corbyns voice say “morning we have a little be of a problem” he looks at me confused, the i show him the messages

“shit,sorry i got you in trouble” he says “don’t worry im nearly 20 i can deal with my brother, well kinda plus it was worth it. i gotta go the bathroom” say kissing his cheek i go the bathroom then as i wash my hands i look in the mirror to see dark bruises on my neck and chest “corbynnn” i say as i walk out and point to my neck “cute neck” he says smirking then pointing at his, i relaised it was bruised as well “not funny, my brother will have more of a reason to murder you, shit i gotta go downstairs. lock the door after i leave, I’ll knock” he smiles and says alright, i grab a random hoodie from my closet and made sure my hickeys were hidden.

i walk down the stairs to be met by an angry daniel “what the actual fuck y/n” he says looking at me “morning to you too brother” i said reaching for a cereal bar “why?” i look at him “why what?” “why’d you do it?” i sign “cuz i love him dani, i love him for fucksake. I’ve loved him for the past 3-4 years ive known him.He makes me feel, god he makes me feel good. I don’t care if your supportive or not, I’m nearly 20 for the love of god. Corbyns a nice guy and he’s your best friend, just please dani please give us a chance.” he signs “fine but i better be your favourite brother.” i laugh “you are shhhh” i hug him “thank you” i say “can corbyn come down now” he laughs “finee” “no murdering” “no promises” he says sticking his hands in the air, i walk up the stairs and knock at the door “corbyn open pls” i said laughing

“kk” he opens the door “hey y/n, this probably won’t be the most romantic thing ever i was planning on doing in a cuter way but i wanna ask you now” i smile “go on” i said wrapping my hands around his neck “will you be my girlfriend” i kiss him “yes” i look at his neck “we’re gunna have to cover that up baby” i say as my fingers slowly trace down his neck “you can go downstairs after,ok?” he nods as i tell him to sit on my desk chair “I’ll go get my makeup” i walk in my bathroom and get my makeup bag, i walk back in “jonah texted you” i sit in frot of him “i text him in a sec, I’ve gotta cover up your hickeys” i started putting on concealer then got a big fluffy brush dipped it slightly in setting powder “you know i heard what you said” i look at him “well i meant every single word i said” i kissed him the when to my closet and got him a random baggy hoodie and gave it to him with the pair of jeans from last night.

“come on” i said as i held him hand while walking down the stairs, i got greeted my cooper and bubba “hey babies” i said letting go of corbyns hand and petting them “did dani feed you guys” i said going to the cupboard “babe im gonna go get something to eat” corbyn says grabbing his keys “kk, where you going” i ask “chick-fil-a” “ooo can i have a hash brown scramble burrito and lemonade” i kiss him then cooper jumps on us making us pull apart “what baby are you jealous” i say as he jumps on me “bye corbs” i kiss him quickly “bye baby” he grabs his key’s and leaves. i feed cooper and call jonah “what the hell happened i thought daniel killed you” i laugh “hello to you to jo” “WHAT HAPPENED” he yells “im dating corbyn” “I- your what?!!”...

well we’re married now lol its been 3 years we’ve been married for 2...

#corbyn-besson-imagines #corbyn besson #corbyn besson x reader

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jiminrings · 4 years

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Hello hello 🥺 I miss Hobi nd I just wanted to request a drabble piece with him as a teacher and your also a teacher and somehow??some students??? Ship you two??? And the next thing you know, they're trying to get you two together and oh boy...chaos ensues :') there's no pressure 🤗🤗 stay safe Hannah! 💞💞

base line

pairing: hoseok x y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: hoseok swears that you’re intolerable, but maybe that’s just because you don’t greet him good morning like you usually do :D // gif isn’t mine!!

notes: my first hobi drabble!!! thank u for requesting and waiting babie!!! this threw me back to when i was in preschool and one of my earliest memories ever was me being a teacher’s pet and being able to read straightly and coherently :D (i am a mess now hee-hee)

you love your job

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!!!!!

you shouldn’t even call it a job if you’re genuinely enjoying what you do, right??

there’s just some days that you feel like you’re going to sit down the puzzle-matted floor in the middle of the class, tuck your head in between your knees, and sCREAM then yeet yourself out to the corridor

ok but listen

you really do!!

you studied for this!! you have a degree!!! you have a license!!! being a preschool teacher has been the career path you’ve always wanted to take!!

you like being around kids in general and taking care of them and teaching them!!

your age gap with your older brother isn’t exactly small and that meant that growing up, you had to keep up with him!!

because FUCK coloring books and building blocks :-) let me read your textbooks :-) i can’t read but i wOuld like to pretend and bond with u

jin has kids of his own and since it’s only the two of you, that automatically meant that you’re the favorite aunt!! well because after all you are the only one

you’re young and you’re hip and you watch animated shows still!! you can resOnate with them!!!

seokjin can’t make his two-year old eat his steamed carrots but YOU can!!

aha you have now established power <3

but ya know,,,

being a teacher is different from being an aunt!! it’e worlds apart because not everything that applies to your nephews and nieces, also applies to other kids necessarily

obviously you can’t treat every kid to the park once they master their ABCs and can grip a pencil properly

you’re just exhausted ok!! it doesn’t make you love your job any less

it’s just as simple as that

wait actually no

there is ONE more hiccup in your job and at this point, the thought of it plagues your mind beyond your place of work

not it

h i m

jung hoseok — your co-teacher!!

your co-teacher that helps you in handling a batch of fifteen preschool kids for hours, two batches a day, five days a week

hoseok whose hair smells like vanilla and flowers and is never not wearing an article of beaded jewelry and has the good voice that could make three to five year olds listen

.,.,. hoseok.,.,.,. who isn’t yours.,.,.,

and hoseok.,.,., who probably hates you.,.

you’re not trying to make a reach but you FEEL it,,,, you feel it in your knees and your spleen that oh god your co-teacher probably resents you and just tolerates you to not make the kids worry :((

it doesn’t certainly help too that uhm

well

aha

... you may have a tiny crush on hoseok

maybe you really do like him or oR!!

or maybe you just see him practically like everyday and you find yourself paying more attention to him and finding details that you normally wouldn’t find for any other person besides him but-

“good morning, hoseok!!”

you mostly make french toast every morning because:

a) you’d probably eat it as often as you could until you could no longer look at it anymore and practically barf at even the mention of it

b) baby it’s EASY

c) you can make it as a batch and that way you won’t have to wake up every morning to cook for yourself

d) tastes immaculatE whether warm or cold

e) jungkook gave you his recipe after nagging him everyday for a month <3

you knew how to make it in the first place but uh well,,,.,,

jungkook is jin’s regular babysitter for his kids and he’s very organized although you won’t admit that

he’s carefree but like disciplined at the same time y’know

like YES eunji you can take a sip of my orange juice that ur appa told me not to give you BUT you need to drink one whole sippy cup of water okay??? say yes uncle goo

and he’d also have snacktimes and he’d make his own and french toast is one of them

one time you came over and babysitted with jungkook and u snuck out a piece from eunji’s bowl and wow

𝔀𝓸𝔀

every time you came over you’d make him cook and he’s all???

“y/n are you SURE eunji told you she wants two bowls of french toast?? to herself?? are you sURE???”

lmao he’s figured it out late that it was you who kept eating the french toast because he peeked at the bowl and then??? eunji’s mouth doesn’t bite THAT big??

not unless a toddler’s mandible is already that big and he’s been wrong all along

so the french toast?? yeah you put it in your cute tupperware with the cute waterproof stickers in the lid

AND SPLIT HALF WITH HIM

one loaf is to four squares and two of those are for hoseok :D

minor problem tho

he doesn’t take up your offer :((

maybe it’s just yOU who’s the problem at this point because you tried bringing other food and ?? he just shakes his head no and gives you a curt smile

every morning, you greet him!!

“good morning, hobi!!��

you call him that because that’s what jimin and namjoon call him since they’re your co-teachers!!!

... although maybe it’s just for friends of his only...... a-and well maybe you aren’t his friend

.... aha anywAys!!

you leveled it up a notch and switch up your greetings

“good morning handsome!!” or like “heeeeey cutie!!” or maybe even “hi sunshine!!!”

you: :D

him: :|

every afternoon, you ask him if he wants anything from the vending machine in the faculty room

every month, the principal gives tHREE bottomless cards to the best-performing teachers and that basically meant you don’t have to pull bills from your wallet to pay for overpriced soda

you’ve gotten it twice consecutively in the last month

free pass or not, if hoseok finally tells you what he wants from the vending machine, then you’d get it for him in a heartbeat and less

vending machine talks r some of the best talks and you want that :((

sometimes he’ll tell you that he’s full, or shake his head no, or semi-rudely glances at you and sets his head down and that translates to no

every weekend, you ask him if he feels ____ because you totally have that in ur apartment

“it feels a bit hot, no? good thing i have a new airconditioning unit :D”

no you don’t have a new airconditioning unit

you just had jin clean out the filters while you were at work and it’s basically the same thing, right??

pls say right

you’re basically FLIRTING with him

and you feel useless about it because you haven’t made any progress whatsoever no matter your approach :((

at first you didn’t feel embarrassed whenever namjoon pointed out your crush on hoseok

in fact, the whole faculty knows but you’re just gonna ignore that

you didn’t feel like a FOOL because it’s hoseok you’re making strides towards to

he’s worth the embarrassment that you don’t feel at all

and he doesn’t notice and doesn’t care and he probably won’t talk to you if you are the only preschool teacher in this school besides himself

you’re starting to feel the secondhand embarrassment joon always points out to you multiplied to five

oh god what you’re doing is LAUGHABLE

it’s even more painful to look at yourself in a third perspective because you look like an utter fool chasing after him and all he does is push you away

you’re tired of trying

it’s okay :)

hoseok looks like someone who’d tell all about your doings to his groupchat and they’d laugh at you together

wait no that’s quite a reach

you’re probably not even tHAT important to be made fun of in the gc :((

fine then

you’re gonna focus on everyone and everything else besides him -- it’s not like he’s even gonna notice anyway!! not that it’d matter

if hoseok can sleep at night peacefully without even acknowledging you, then you could sleep at night without him crossing your mind

sike

you kept thinking about not thinking of hobi last night that in return you did think about him

but that is the LAST time ok

you’re gonna start tallying this morning

wait a minute!! you don’t have to tally because you genuinely need to not care and be indifferent!!

....

oh....

wait this was easier than you expected

you feel a weight out of your chest when you kept your eyes on the ground when you passed by hoseok in the hall

you felt nervous initially because you never skip a day of not being all googly-eyes for him but you know!!!! this was actually nice!!!!

for a change yOu’re the one who’s unaffected and as cold as it sounds --

it feels good to not care :D

“up please!! up!!”

you’re feeling so zen and un-dejected that you forget for a moment that you’re still in class and yOU’RE the teacher

and it’s hyunjin!! one of the younger kids in class

also he’s quite the troublemaker and intentionally likes teasing you and being play-mad at him makes him giggle to no end

he does nOt vibe with hoseok he’d jus keep a straight face on and ??? no ur not teacher y/n

he’s tugging at whatever he could reach and if he turns out to be holding a marker in his hands then you might just Pass Away

you comply to hyunjin’s request but you know you’re gonna put him down in two seconds because you know that the other kids are gonna see and-

yeah nevermind

it’s now a carrying train :D

you just made up that name on the spot

it’s a line of kids going up to your arms, and then you passing them to hoseok, and then putting them down to the ground and them running back to the line again until everyone’s satisified

bAsically you’re passing around kids and it’s hoseok who calls off the game because you have no backbone sometimes when it comes to four-year olds

throughout the whole time though, hobi feels like something’s wrong

he just can’t place it

he’s trying to sniff so hard if someone had a toilet accident and he can’t smell anything??

maybe his shoelaces skipped a hole??

either way there’s just something wrong in the back of his head

anyways he better snap out of his daze before you ask if he’s okay or if he needs anything

....

........

why are you not looking at him

....

......

....

wAIT WHY ARE YOU NOT LOOKING AT HIM

huh

that’s weird

but you always look at him??? and he can see you in his peripheral vision and this time he can’t even see you glancing when his head’s turned????

hmmm

omg

his prayer’s been answered!!

honestly hoseok finds you kinda annoying and he’d like it if you just leave him alone and stuff and give up whatever it is that you’re doing

you finally got the message :D

yeah that’s good :D

hoseok’s okay he’s cool he’s happy he totally feels complete

“let’s stop now?”

hobi leans in to tell you because he counted and this is hyunjin’s third time on him

you’re kinda lost because he stops this game in his own accord but whatever

you just give him a smile and what’s THAT supposed to mean???

“oh sO do you want another round?? or??”

he’s enunciating it for you but it’s more for him actually

you just wave him off

.... communication.... where is it

he’s gathering the facts so far.

you’re not looking at him!! that’s fine

you didn’t call him handsome but hEh he’s handsome even if you don’t call him that

not that he needs comforting words and compliments.. or whatever...

that he can let pass because he doesn’t really care

but what he dOES care about is why are you not offering him anything right now???

where.,., WHERE is his french toast

he’s been putting his hand on his tummy for the past five minutes and rubbing it in circles and he’s ALSO humming every now and then

jimin’s lost as he’s writing his agenda for the week and hobi’s across him looking constipated and relieved at the same time

aHEM

ok what’s happening now

you’re... not trying to wedge into the same table he’s in.. ?

you plop right next to namjoon and he instantly throws his arm around yours because he’s been looking for you too

“hey!! how did your recipe night go??”

you reckon that joon allotted another evening for trying out new things because it helps him destress!!

he shudders just by thinking about the smell in his apartment and how opening the windows didn’t do shit

“tasted so bad i couldn’t even eat it :((“

mug cake is the actual devil!!!

imagine having to crack an egg along with a couple other things in a mug and cook it in a microwave and it doesn’t turn as good as the ones you’d see in youtube videos

congrats you now have bread stuck in a mug that smells like chocolate but tastes absolutely nothing like raw eggs

there’s an irritable scowl on his face and great now hobi just feels worse

it’s been almost a week

and practically everyone knows that something’s wrong going on with him and they don’t know wHY

some people dO have an inkling though,.,.

“ah, what seems to be troubling my best teacher?”

principal min drawls out as soon as hoseok enters his office before rolling his eyes at him

normally in other schools you’d be fIRED if you disrespect the principal but nah :D

yoongi takes pride in being the cool principal

he’s so cool that everyone’s in a first-name basis with him

he’s not your typical principal!! normally they’d be preppy and he’s not that much but when he sees the kids??? immediately goes soft

“you say that to EVERY teacher”

lol everybody knows that but no one points it out

he’s so grumpy that even the principal took notice of his behavior!!!

“there’s nothing wrong, okay??”

hobi says it in more of a scoff and that just goes against what he said

yoongi’s sitting here,,, eating his plain loaf of bread aND minding his own business,, and then now hoseok’s mad at him??

“don’t show me bread sTOP showing me bread!!”

the next day hobi’s so grouchy <3

there’s a circle that the kids are in and it just keeps going in and out

you and hobi are in the middle and each time they sing, the circle keeps getting sMALLER

now normally y/n from a week ago would blush to death

but present y/n just feels awkward and kinda :// at the whole situation

it’s not really a tight squeeze tbh but hoseok kEEPS going forward torwards you to the point that his arms around you already

he’s obviously flustered and he’s trying to recompose himself but you’re barely meeting his eye contact

okay now that hurt

god he’s just so left behind with what’s going on :((

and he won’t say this now but fUck he misses you!!! a lot!!!! he feels like pavlov’s dog and he’s automatically wired to miss your affection whenever he’s aware of your presence

does he uhm

does he l-word you??

“and that’s it!”

you’ve just finished teaching them how to fold a paper boat :D

that is a BIG achievement okay you’re actually serious

it teaches them how to be more patient and pay more attention!!

“you can give them your mom!! or if you have a tiny crush on someone in the room then-...”

lil seungmin steps right up to give you a boat

yes it’s wonky and the folds aren’t really done properly and won’t float in water but wow!!! that’s so cute!!!

you immediately thank him and ruffle his hair

he’s such a cute kid omg

“thank you s-...”

however hyunjin wOn’t be affected by that

with a huff does he march over to you and his long hair’s getting in the way (hobi just tied it awhile ago) but nO that is not important rn

he gives TWO paper boats but the other one he just stole it from jisung lmao

the kids are catching up and sUddenly it’s a competition to who gives who paper boats

there’s a fair share of boats between you and hoseok

you’re awed bc wow they really did learn and yOU taught them and it’s just so fulfilling to see wonky wittle boats :’’)

“give to who??”

the tiny felix sitting by your side tugs at your shirt and he’s pointing to the boat you made yourself sitting on your palm

“o-oh!”

how did you get put in the spot by preschool kids

oKAY definitely not hobi

maybe you can call namjoon from the other room???? or maybe even yoongs and-

the sudden shrieking in the room brings you down from your thoughts and you’re quite frantic trying to catch up

the commotion?? ur palm

hobi himself folded a crane!!

and it’s sitting snugly in your palm

he’s been feeling so lost the past week and he realized that it’s because of yOU and how he’s so dense to drive you away when all he wants to do is keep you close

hobi’s never really beamed at you directly like that before

you might just cry

hyunjin’s kicking the air and so does every kid who has googly eyes for their teacher

but it’s okay

it’s all okay because hobi’s looking at you the way you look at him and he’s the most gentle and pleasing thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on

it’s his turn to put his chin against his palm, a knowing smile on his face before he asks

“do you feel chilly tonight?”

#FEEDBACK PLS AND THANK U :D I NEED SLEEP NOW OK #hoseok #jung hoseok #hoseok imagine #hoseok imagines #hoseok drabble #hoseok drabbles #hoseok au #hoseok oneshot #hoseok oneshots #hoseok fluff #hoseok fluff imagine #hoseok fluff imagines #hoseok angst #teacher!hobi #requested drabbles

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missorgana · 3 years

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not without my muse

pairing: bucky barnes/sam wilson/steve rogers

fandom: mcu

rating: general

word count: 9259

warning: swearing, referenced (canon) character death

summary: Sam celebrates his birthday while on the run. He has a lot of feelings about being away from home, and a lot of feelings about two of his companions. (slightly canon divergent post-cacw pining)

(my best boy sam wilson’s birthday AND on bisexual visibility day 🥳 he is so important to me of course i needed to write something. this is for the lovely Samtember event by @samwilsonfest, and this is also my first time writing the all caps ot3 !! i want to thank my beta-reader for helping me out sm with this, and the horse gc on twitter for cheering me on as always 💖 hope you enjoy??)

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This morning is just as the many, many other mornings Sam’s had since he became a fugitive from the government; waking up from relatively peaceful slumber on a stiff mattress and remembering the reality of the ship that is their only refuge. Better than stingy motels, though.

God. Yet another day.

It’s only been three months since Steve and him picked Bucky up; five months since Natasha joined them. Four of them now, harder to stay under the radar, but they’re making it work.

Naturally the blond is keeping an eye on his friend every waking moment, and Sam’s decided to do the same when Steve finally lets himself sleep.

The ex-Winter Soldier is quiet. He seemed happy to see them. Tired. Sam would be surprised otherwise.

And now they’ve landed for three days; that’s the maximum, of course, and they’ll have to get in the air as early as possible, stretching it an extra day isn’t the wisest, but resources are limited and they need to eat, obviously.

He blinks himself awake in the morning sunlight streaming in; the faintest of bird songs outside. Seems to be the first one awake.

Just another day on the run. Except-

Except it’s Sam’s birthday today.

It takes a minute for it to hit him, actually, funny; he’d almost forgotten it was coming up. That’s strange to think about. But as fugitives, that’s still just as much another day, because, well, what is he supposed to do?

What Sam sits up, stares into the empty space in front of him and thinks of, what he wants and needs so desperately is to go home. To his little sister, his nephews.

They have burner phones and it helps. But that doesn’t really feel like enough right now, it couldn’t. He hopes he’ll have the chance to have a phone call today, then, with any of them. Sarah’s voice always grounds him when he needs it, or hearing Cass’ laugh.

Even with burner phones they’re keeping contact short and limited, you can’t ever be careful enough. Maybe Nat’s too paranoid, or maybe she’s just too experienced with this thing. The latter, he’d say. They have to remain untraceable, unfindable.

Somehow, by his friend’s pained face a month ago, when she’d been humming American Pie to herself and he’d sat down, not really saying anything but rather just listened, a soothing sort of thing in the middle of this, he’s got a feeling she understands what he’s feeling right now. Missing someone so badly you can’t get yourself to do anything else.

Speaking of Natasha, soon enough she enters his line of vision and takes the rear seat, reminding him that he needs to get up already. Get ready. Get going. Yet another day.

“‘Morning,” he tells her while stretching, his back aching, which is to be expected nowadays, sadly. Last night was probably the most rest they’ve had in days.

She nods in acknowledgement; not a morning person, he’s aware.

For a split second Sam wonders if she knows what day it is, but perhaps it doesn’t really matter. He can’t remember if he’s told her. Or if she found out on her own with those russian superspy skills of hers.

Ah, well. It’s not like he expects a surprise party. Or gifts or cake or… whatever. He just wishes he’d had more sleep, two weeks of it would be sufficient. One can only dream.

As his friend wakes the Quinjet to life and he himself gets to work at the map, previous locations and small jobs pinned as they go, though, he feels a hand and arm briefly graze his waist as the person passes by behind him.

He reveals himself soon enough; Steve’s voice is hoarser than usual when he tells him, “Happy birthday, Sammy.”

The blond caught a cold recently, which he didn’t even know was possible with the super serum, but he passed by it quickly. Reminded Bucky of the old days, whatever that may have meant.

His friend remembered. And now said friend is standing next to him with a shy smile and looking at him in a way that puzzles Sam. Sort of like he wants to say more. Or like the greeting wasn’t enough, like he was ashamed. Or like he’s keeping something from him. That’s a lot he’s getting from just one facial expression, he realises, but spending every waking moment with someone else makes you familiar, more than they already were, that is.

The smile does make him feel instantly better about getting up at all this morning.

It reminds Sam of Sarah’s voice. That doesn’t make much sense, does it?

But it’s grounding. He likes Steve’s smile a lot; the bigger one even better, when it turns into a grin without all the self-righteousness he puts on when they get down to business, and he just looks wide-eyed and sunny.

And he smiles back easily, feeling his smile form like the warmth spreading in his throat.

God, his eyes are still burning. His friend’s hand hasn’t left his waist, he suddenly realises. Does Steve realise? Should he point it out? He’s probably as tired as himself, he reasons.

“You remembered?” The statement comes out as more of a question, and the man next to him soon turns the smile into a half-frown.

“Of course,” the blond replies, “It’s your birthday.”

His voice is ever so stern. Sam would laugh at his serious demeanor, if he wasn’t still blinking sleep out of his eyes.

“I didn’t expect you to, man. Given our, uh… current situation.”

His friend’s hand still hasn’t left his waist. Huh. He isn’t complaining, though, the touch is… soft. Welcome. It just makes his brain wander, which is a little hard work at 6am.

“You should,” Steve says. He’s smiling again, and turns then, to look at the map lighting up in front of them, “It’s important.”

See, another thing Sam likes about him: the sincerity is overwhelmingly evident, clear when it’s coming from him. He nods, and bites his lip. Both of them seem to contemplate the visual in front of them for a bit. When Bucky’s footsteps sound behind them and he eventually appears on the other side of Steve, the blond still doesn’t remove his hand.

He doesn’t really want him to move it, to be completely honest. Sam likes it there. Perhaps he could touch it with his own. But that’d be weird, right?

A gruff mumble reaches him with its own lieu of a greeting, “Happy birthday.”

Sam finds himself blinking in surprise; slowly, twice.

Ah, well. Steve must’ve told him.

They’re not doing any odd jobs today; missions are there when they need to keep busy, and Nat’s an expert on undercover work. Rather the goal for the day is finding a new hideout for a night or two and stocking up on supplies. Still undercover work, kind of.

This is why they’re heading into the main street in sunglasses, caps and hoodies, keeping their heads low, weapons down and Bucky’s instinct to cover his arm sticks with him, clearly.

“Two hours,” Natasha told them, “We can’t afford to risk anymore. Meet back at the ship.”

They all know the plan, because it’s the same plan, time after time, day after day, yet they repeat it like a mantra. Soon enough, they’re split into teams, the brunette and blonde heading for the pharmacy while he and Steve look over the grocery store aisles.

Sam’s planning to call Sarah; hopefully catch her when she’s home from work, before going to bed, otherwise he wouldn’t know when he’d be able to get a hold of her again. Might be weeks. Going by the sugary cereals reminds him a bit too much of his nephews, in fact, he has to look straight ahead and keep going. He feels Steve’s eyes on his neck.

Speaking of Steve, once they’re in the queue, Sam feels a familiar hand going for his pocket and it certainly isn’t his own.

The blond doesn’t speak a word. He wants to ask, but his friend puts all his focus on paying with his only free hand, and a strange sense of calm comes over Sam, for some reason he can’t begin to explain. This birthday is stranger than he expected it to be.

And the moment disappears again before he knows it; like in the morning, on the ship.

Steve had to let go eventually. Sam finds himself wishing he didn’t.

Even stranger, the blond has an errand to run, he says. Alone.

“You sure?” he hesitates with the question, because surely if Steve wanted him to know he would say, but keeping secrets is sort of out of character for his friend, “We’re meeting Bucky and Nat halfway. We’ll watch your back.”

Steve shakes his head firmly, “I’ll catch up to you, won’t be long.”

He still isn’t saying exactly where he’s going. It worries Sam, just a little bit. Not exactly a fan of letting his best friend out of sight.

But when the blond’s set on a decision, there’s no way anyone can tell him otherwise. “Okay,” Sam decides, “Call me if you need me.”

“Always.”

In response to his explanation of Steve’s absence, he gets a simple tilt of Natasha’s head and Bucky’s face twitching so quickly he’d miss it if they weren’t huddled so close together. The woman doesn’t exactly look happy about it. The taller man, meanwhile, he has the face that Sam knows is his worrying face; he just recognizes it so instantly it scares him a little.

At least his other friends are behaving normally; well, not Bucky, because he’s been considering too many reasons why the ex-Winter Soldier would possibly know about his birthday, and all of them are logical. But it still makes him feel some sort of way. Like when Steve smiles at him.

It takes Sam a moment to register Natasha speaking because he’s stuck inside his head about the two other men, but, “Happy birthday, by the way,” she tells him, a crooked smile and hands in her pockets.

“Thanks, Romanova. Still hate birthdays?”

“Absolutely,” she huffs, “Mostly my own, however. Must be a disappointing one today, though, huh?”

Sam just has to move his eyes to Bucky for a second, who abandoned the bench for the flea market on the other side of the road. He has no idea why.

He wonders if his friend notices. He shrugs in response, “Could be better. I need to talk to my sister.”

Her nod is short, and her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. It’s these types of situations where he knows better than to ask.

And while the brunette’s crossing the street back to them again, the blond also reappears behind them, which is clear by him patting Sam’s shoulder. He’s never been this touchy before. Has he?

What’s the most surprising isn’t that though, rather, it’s when Natasha eagerly continues on, right in the heels of Bucky, and Steve matches his own pace behind them. Then, he hands Sam a white box.

He doesn’t understand. His best friend looks at him expectantly, until it seemingly dawns upon that Sam needs an explanation.

“It’s for you,” he says, smile evident in his voice, no matter how hard he tries to whisper.

“For me?” he asks, because the gesture confuses him beyond words, “I- why?”

Well, this is a birthday present, isn’t it? It can’t be, though. Steve really shouldn’t. It’d be too much trouble to do when they’re literally running for their lives, and the guilt is already showing its ugly head inside his mind.

It’s Steve’s turn to look confused, “For your birthday.”

Right. Right, okay.

“You didn’t have to.”

His friend slows down his pace a bit, “I know.”

“But you still…” Sam doesn’t really know where he’s going with that sentence, to be honest. That feeling in his gut wishes Steve’s hand was touching his waist again. He could easily understand. Explain it away, act like it’s not making him feel certain things and think certain thoughts and making him overthink the blond’s eyes staring back at him behind the shades.

“I wanted to, Sam,” Steve tells him, speeding up again, they almost lost sight of their friends for a second there, “You deserve it. Well, you deserve more, but I- we can’t.”

It’s as if his heart does a somersault, runs a marathon and wrings itself inside out, all at the same time.

Oh.

Sam decides to look at him in question, and his friend somehow knows what he’s saying, “Open it.”

So he does. Inside, he finds a birthday cake. Or rather an oreo ice cream cake. One similar to the one he’s gotten for basically all the birthdays he can remember, all the way back to his childhood. It’s a tradition.

When exactly did he tell Steve about that? He must have, sometime, a long time ago, but he can’t recall when.

And because he’s getting a bit too overwhelmed by this gift, and this day that’s barely even started, he just looks at the cake in shock and tries for the life of himself to look casual about it. He also tries extremely hard to read his friend’s face, but it’s nearly impossible.

“My favorite,” is all Sam can come up with. He feels like a bit of an idiot. But also, he feels like someone needs to pinch his side. And he feels a lot like flying, no wings required.

“I know.”

Steve is doing things to him, and he probably doesn’t even realise.

He wouldn’t expect anything else, he’s a good friend, he’s Sam's best friend, yet the blond putting his hand in his pocket again and the box holding that cake is making his head spin.

He has to stop thinking about it too much. Sam just really needs to talk to Sarah.

Getting through the crowds of people, avoiding any possible surveillance cameras and eyeing suspicious suited men until they realise they’re just accountants or lawyers or bankers, it’s quite some work, but they make it back to the secluded woods where the Quinjet’s waiting - thank heavens for cloaking technology, huh?

He eyes his wristwatch, now might be the best time to try reaching his little sister. There’s coverage, too, it seems.

This is why Sam slows down and eventually stops in front of the entrance, the three of them all giving him a variation of confused looks until he holds up the burner phone as explanation. He hopes they’ll understand. They nod, so most likely.

“Don’t be long, Sam,” the woman warns him, but there’s still a hint of smile there. He returns it with a bit of relief.

The tone rings three times before someone answers. Sam is close to giving up until the sound shakes, and his sister’s voice comes through the speaker and washes over him with the greatest relief he’s felt in a long time, “Sammy?”

He can’t help the grin growing on his face. “Yeah, it’s me.”

Sarah’s giggles remind him of home. And God, does he want to see them again so badly.

He doesn’t regret standing by Steve, but being so far from the safety he knows is terrifying, sometimes. And lonely.

“You’re still causing trouble?” she asks, and yeah, she can always get a laugh out of him, no matter the situation, no matter how long they've been apart. It’s part of their connection, he guesses.

Sam also rolls his eyes, which she can’t see, of course, she’d only tease him more, “Trying to stay out of it, more like.”

His little sister sighs, “Happy birthday. I miss you.”

The relief and nostalgic happiness switches into something a bit more melancholic, the nostalgia frighteningly more heartbreaking. They usually avoid talking about, well, Sam’s current situation, whenever they communicate. It took him a long time of secrecy before breaking the news to his nephews, revealing why he couldn’t visit them at the moment.

“I miss you too,” Sam tells her, hoping his sincerity can be heard over the phone, “I wish I could see you.”

“Me too.”

Speaking of his nephews, it’s not long into their phone calls before some muffled voices in the background make themselves known, and Sarah laughs softly again, some movement can be heard, “It’s your uncle on the phone.”

He’s pretty sure she put him on speaker, because next thing he knows AJ is yelling into his ear, “Uncle Sam! Uncle Sam!?”

Sam bites his lip. He hasn’t got much time before they need to leave, and if he returns to the ship with tears in his eyes Steve will probably look at him with his big knowing eyes and say this is all his fault. He can’t have his best friend blaming himself this much, not right now, anyway.

Because, well, yeah, they’re on the run because of the Accords. He’d never sign that for the life of him regardless of Steve, but Sam also trusts the blond with his life honestly. Since they met Steve’s been by his side, unwavering, and he intends to do the same for him.

And he doesn’t know Bucky… he still doesn’t. He’d like to. But if Steve is willing to go this far for his friend, he’s just as willing.

He shakes the thoughts of his two friends out of his head, for now, sniffles and laughs through the tears threatening to escape his eyes, “I’m here, buddy.”

“Uncle Sam, are you crying?” Cass’ voice comes through this time, he really can’t hide anything from them, can he? “You shouldn’t be sad on your birthday. You’re beating up bad guys, right?!”

Sarah’s laugh overlaps with his own, “Not exactly.”

“Oh, all the time,” he retaliates, “Your mother’s lying to you, boys.”

His sister’s fake gasp sets him back to the lemonade stand they set up together when they were kids, Sam was certain he remembered their mom’s recipe right, and Sarah didn’t talk to him the whole day when he doubted her version. Of course neither of them were right, anyway.

He feels like a broken record inside his head, but the only thing he wishes for is to see her face. Kiss her nose because she found it so embarrassing, but she’s grown fond of it, he can just tell.

So Sam does try to narrate the odd jobs they’ve been doing, making it as dramatic as possible and leaving out all the existential fear and doubt and his tired bones repeating the same protocols over and over. The boys love every second of it.

He knows his sister is shaking her head at him when AJ excitedly interrupts his story of his first visit to Wakanda, “I could be a hero too, right? Right!?” “You can be anything you want,” he tells him, the tears welling up again. In the far corner of his eye he spots Nat returning to the walkway of the Quinjet, leaning against the opening expectantly. She can wait for a minute, he decides.

“Mom! Mom! Uncle Sam said I can be just like him!”

“You can, sweetheart, but that’s for when you’re older, okay?” Sarah’s voice is a bit quieter now, and his nephews both come through with some sad sounding noises, “Your uncle’s job can be- uh, dangerous.”

He nods. That’s an understatement. Of course, none of them can see this, he realises, once again looking towards his friend who’s waiting for him, looking up in the sky in search of who knows what. Redwing’s still checking the perimeter, so they should be safe for now. The blonde doesn’t exactly trust the drone, as she’s told him on many, many occasions, but she’ll warm up to him.

“Your mom’s right,” Sam finally answers, and although he’s not sure he fully believes it himself, he’ll make the best attempt he can to ease his little sister’s worries. God knows how much she’s got to deal with back home, “I’ll be careful, though. I gotta come back and check on you guys.”

There’s silence for a moment. Then, “You better.”

Sam smiles. He can hear the tears in her voice, too, “I promise. I intend to keep my promises.”

His sister sighs, she’s not agreeing or disagreeing or… anything, but she sounds a little more calm. A little. He’s trying, but he knows he’s giving himself away, tripping in place and laughing more nervously than anything else.

“I know you don’t have much time, Sam. Just promise me you’re taking care of yourself, okay?” “Always-”

“Did you have any cake, Uncle Sam?” AJ’s voice resurfaces once again, and he laughs at the interruption, “We always get cake for you… we want to.”

The disappointment is clear as day, and very much breaking his heart into pieces that he doesn’t know how to pick up or where to keep. Sam clears his throat instead, and looks toward his blonde friend once again, who gives him a crooked smile and shrugs one shoulder.

They should go soon. Nat’s looking at her watch, but she’s not rushing him, though.

“I know you do, buddy. We can have all the cake we want when I come to visit you, right?” he reassures his nephew, who giggles with his brother in excitement, before his sister’s half-joking disapproval, “I wouldn’t say all the cake, but we’ll see about it.”

He looks away from his friend on the Quinjet, looks at his watch, sees Redwing descending to the ground. Time’s up.

But for some reason, Sam can’t say goodbye before he finds a question popping up in his mind, one that’s been all there all day and confused him to no end. “Sarah?” he asks, she hums in response, “I have to go but I need to ask, does it- uhm… does it mean something if Steve got me a birthday cake?”

A moment of silence again, somehow seeming agonizingly longer than before. “I don’t understand what you’re asking, Sammy, sorry.” He thinks his sister might be frowning in question, but it’s hard to tell. She just sounds as confused as he’s feeling.

“I mean… I don't know. He remembered my favorite cake. And he went on this secret trip to get it?”

Sam laughs at himself, and the thoughts of his friend come back again. The friend he’s known for a long time now, the one who held his hand as they landed in Wakanda, something that he didn’t fully process then because of how the airsickness clogged his ears and made him feel like vomiting, but it’s all he can think back to, now.

He continues, “I just don’t understand why he’d go to so much trouble for me. One wrong move, a wrong person and he could’ve-”, of course, he abruptly pauses, remembering his young nephews still on the line, backtracking, “... you know.”

Sam doesn’t know how long he waits for his little sister’s answer, and he doesn’t know what he’s expecting either. She can’t exactly look into Steve’s head, and they’ve never met, anyway. Maybe she’ll tell him to stop worrying and focus on not getting arrested, or worse.

And yet, Sarah replies with, “You’re worth that risk.”

He furrows his brows, “Sorry?”

“You’re worth that risk and more, Sam. To me,” she says, voice confident and filled with the peace of the early mornings he misses so much, “And to him too, I bet.”

Huh. Sam cannot for the life of him think of a response to that.

“You still with me?”

He shakes his head at himself, nods at Natasha, who nods in response and retreats into the ship. “Hm? Yeah, yeah. I am.”

Sarah laughs at him, which is a bit rude, but he doesn’t mind. He’d like to listen to it all day and every day, if he could. In fact, he has to remind himself to make her laugh as much as he can when he sees them again.

He promised to get back to them. Sam Wilson keeps his promises.

“I love you,” his sister says, which is better than saying goodbye. Until next time, more like. See you soon, very, very soon.

It’s only then he feels like he can breathe again, “Love you too.”

See, being on the run in a Quinjet is much, much easier than Steve’s tragically tiny car - not only due to the advantage of having space and proper beds and not having to check in on questionable locations every three days under a new fake name, but also, it has a freezer.

Useful when your best friend decides to get you an ice cream birthday cake.

Sam actually finds it already placed in the freezer, one that’s heavily organized, all thanks to Nat. When he spots the box, he finds himself wondering if their two companions noticed it. If so, they aren’t addressing it.

A silence has settled over the ship now; it’s midday, sky’s clear save for the grey clouds lurking in the distance, and Steve’s taken over the rear so Natasha can take a break. They do it in shifts, because more often than not they have to keep on the move at night, as well.

And while their friend has resided to her bed and headphones, Sam lingers in the kitchen area, interconnected with the main cockpit.

The blond’s back is turned to him. He always taps his foot when he’s concentrating on something, and he’s put on the radio. Marvin Gaye, of course. Sam can’t help smiling to himself.

Steve’s hair has grown ridiculously long now- well, so has his own, not exactly much access to hairdressers at the moment. They could both match Bucky’s hairdo soon, he bets.

Speaking of the long haired man, this is exactly who soon joins him, almost sneaking up on him, his footsteps barely making a sound. Sam was a bit in his own world anyway, he’ll admit.

When he appears on his side, he stands for a moment and moves his gaze in the same direction as his own. Sam wonders if he should make conversation, but the moment’s gone in the blink of an eye when Bucky grabs a beer from the fridge and then comes to learn against the counter like himself.

It’s a rare kind of quiet on the ship.

It feels almost… relaxed. Calm unlike those many strained silences after almost getting recognized in public or nights when Sam finds himself unable to sleep, and somehow, a strange sense of knowing that all his friends are kept awake as well. Steve snores, so the lack of the sound is a giveaway, and Nat is restless, moving around the ship when she thinks the men don’t hear her.

Bucky’s bed is in his line of vision, however, so he knows the longer haired man rarely sleeps these days. At least, when he’s up at night, he’s noticed his friend staring at the ceiling, bedsheet abandoned at his feet and almost looking like he’s holding his breath.

It’s those nights Sam is eternally grateful for the locket his sister gave him; made sure to put her and his nephews on one side, their parents on the other. He can’t explain how, but having them close to his heart when they’re running errands, the anxiety that creeps up on him lessens, a little bit.

And Riley’s army tags. He left their pictures together back at the house, he bitterly remembers, and prays to all the higher powers out there that the agents sent after them haven’t touched that box. That it’s still on the top shelf of his closet, containing the polaroids and every drawing Cass has made him, and his mother’s favorite scarf.

Sam smiles to himself at the memory. She knitted him a million scarves and socks and hats, but that one, it keeps him connected to her. Like, he can put it under his pillow and close his eyes and he can almost see her and her warm eyes and hear her sing him and Sarah to sleep.

Suddenly, his thoughts are interrupted, by the man next to him poking his side gently.

“I got you something,” Bucky tells him, his demeanor neutral, lips showing the slightest hint of a smile that no one would notice. Sam does, though. He does the same when they play chess to pass the time; secretive, trying his hardest to hide his enjoyment of the game.

He blinks at his friend, “Huh?”

The brunette shrugs, “For your birthday. It’s not much, but…”

“I…” Sam doesn’t even know what to say, one minute focused on Steve’s gift and now another gift for him to process, neither of which he expected at all, “Bucky, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

Bucky shrugs again. “Don’t care. I wanted you to have something.”

Okay. His friend’s face doesn’t change a bit, but the moment changes, and it’s much like the ship and everything else around them vanishes into thin air. It’s just the man next to him and his stoic face and messed up hair.

“Is that okay?” he asks him, and Sam can’t do anything else than nod. He has to take a deep breath, for some reason, as if his lungs grew three sizes. And it feels like someone lit fire sparklers inside his chest.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course it’s okay. I’m just surprised, is all.”

“Good,” his friend replies quickly, before turning his back to him and walking across the room.

He returns not long after, with a familiar white box in his hands, and offers it to Sam before grabbing the beer can again. Leaning back, taking a way bigger gulp than necessary, eyes seemingly avoiding to look him in the eyes.

He really can’t stop looking at Bucky, though. So he opens the box instead, and finds just how familiar it is. Inside it, an ice cream cake. His favorite. Also, the exact same as the one Steve got him just hours earlier.

This is why Sam looks up at the blond’s still turned back for a moment. He’s whistling to the tune of the music.

Then Sam looks back at Bucky, who still isn’t looking at him, and bites his lip. He finds himself clutching the box tightly, fearing it’s a dream that’ll disappear if he startles awake, but none of it fades away and instead he’s stuck in place because… so, not only did his two friends get him cake.

They got him the same cake. Two of them.

His only guess is that they didn’t plan or… coordinate anything, because it’s not like they had much time in town. They made sure to get something there. For him.

Sam can’t quite contain the grin growing on his face.

And, well, his friend is still avoiding looking at him, so he nudges him with his elbow and hopes his, “Thank you,” doesn’t sound too hoarse or low or nervous even though his voice breaks in the middle. He wishes he could call Sarah again, and tell the boys he’s gotten two cakes this year. They’d be ecstatic. And he could forget his confusion for a bit.

Bucky shrugs once again. “It’s the least I could do.”

Hours pass by until the evening announces its presence, and Sam and his friends are each left to their own devices; Steve’s steering while Natasha’s navigating the map, and while he himself was searching for a podcast to shut the world out for a minute he rather just ends up listening to the rain pattering down around them.

One birthday out of the ordinary, that’s for sure. It’s around ten before he sees Bucky again, but he does appear, with a new can of beer and sits on the far end of his bed. His hair’s still damp from the shower, tied up in a bun.

Sam quite likes it when he does that; well, he likes his long hair, it looks like it would be soft. He doesn’t know how he knows that, but… he just knows.

But he’s always blowing strands of hair away from his face, and this way, you can see all his features, every little thing you don’t immediately notice, every tiny waver on his lips and every glint in his eye.

The glint in said eyes appears when they play chess, of course. When Steve shows him one of his drawings, or when he huffs to himself over the book he acquired on the last flea market he found, multiple states over.

Thing is, it was definitely in his eyes when he handed Sam that box. Maybe that’s why he avoided looking at him after the fact.

And well, it’s got Sam’s heart in a twist. This whole day’s got his heart in a twist, really.

Because he misses his little sister and his nephews and his parents. And Riley’s tags against his chest are pressing too fucking hard.

And Steve and Bucky, they… they’re making him feel… how Riley made him feel. Breathless. Light as a feather. Like he could just look at them and everything would be okay despite everything being very, very much not okay these days. They’re just- they’re like that.

Oh, this is bad. This is really, really bad.

Sam can’t be in love with his best friend. Or his best friend’s friend. Or… both?

He can’t be in love, period. Especially not with his partners in crime, so to speak. Yet, he can’t stop thinking about Steve’s smile and Bucky shrugging like it didn’t matter, but it mattered. It did to Sam. It does.

He shakes his head at himself and wonders if Sarah would do the same. Can you be in love with two people at the same time? It feels very real, but he doesn’t know. Maybe it just overwhelmed him. Maybe his birthday this year makes no sense, which he already knew, but regardless. Maybe they were just being good friends, or maybe they remind him of Riley too much, or maybe those feelings have been there all along and Sam’s been closing them off for too long.

Too many maybes. Way too many.

And apparently, Sam ponders over this for far too long, because the grey skies outside have turned significantly darker and Bucky has disappeared from his bed and instead sits down on his own. He already feels his heart jump into his throat.

“Hey,” the man says, a curious sort of look in his eyes, like he’s trying to read Sam’s mind. He can’t help returning the smile he’s given, instantly feeling at ease in the other man’s company. Steve’s still whistling along to the mixtapes in the cockpit, he can’t quite stop thinking about it, but that seems incredibly far away right now.

“Hey,” he answers. Sam’s trying to read the brunette, but he’s not sure how. Earlier, he grabbed a piece of each cake his friends gave him, and it’s an outstanding cake, almost as good as the one from his childhood, but he really couldn’t stop thinking about what Sarah told him over the phone. You’re worth that risk . “Bucky, can I ask you something?”

He nods. “How do you know it’s my birthday?”

“Hm?”

“I mean,” Sam’s lips feel dry as he speaks, “Did Steve tell you? I just don’t remember it coming up, so-”

“Not today.”

What… what exactly does that mean?

“I don’t understand.”

Bucky’s face morphs into an expression that seems like he’s thinking hard, trying hard to recall something from a long, long time ago. And that turns out to be almost true, “When you visited me in Wakanda for the first time. It was a month before your birthday.”

That is also true. Sam wanted to go back home, trying to think of ways both he and Steve could hide out there but ultimately deemed it too dangerous. He’d never be able to live with himself if he put his sister and nephews in danger. He just couldn't.

“...Right.”

“You talked about Sarah,” he remembers, and the smile on his face grows a little bigger, “I had a sister, too. Older. You said she worries about you a lot. That her laugh is the best thing you know, that she teases you all the time, but you deserve it most of the time, too. Steve said you guys were talking about going fishing when all this is over, that your parents got a boat, because of your family business, uh-”

“Wilson Family Seafood,” Sam blurts out, because he has no idea what else to say.

“That’s it,” the brunette chuckles low, “I’ve always wanted to try seafood. Never did. Stevie won’t because he’s a coward. But he really wanted to meet your family. I get it, they sound lovely.”

So. Sam is rather speechless. All he’s feeling is the heat rising in his cheeks and hearing the rain growing louder. Bucky’s just sitting there with this big smile on his face and he wants to look inside his head and figure out why he’s doing this to him.

“You… you remembered all that?”

The man shrugs. “I did.”

“We weren’t- we barely knew each other, then. We fought all the time before Shuri treated you,” Sam points out.

“I know.”

“But you remembered my birthday, and my family, and-”

“You had orange juice in the morning,” he interrupts, “Steve hates orange juice. It made you laugh, how much he hates it, it’s a whole thing. Your eyes get all crinkled in the corners when you laugh like that, you could barely breathe. You looked really happy and… carefree. I wished you didn’t leave, that first time. I wanted you to stay.”

Oh. Oh.

“Bucky,” he tries, taking a breath. Sam gets this overwhelming urge to not say anything, and instead lean over and close the space between them. Is he overthinking this? “Why did you get me that cake? And why- how do you remember all of this? I wanted to check on you while Steve was undercover but I wasn’t sure if you trusted me enough, without him.”

The man next to him frowns, “It was for your birthday, Sam, I told you.”

“Yeah, but-”

“And I like looking at you.”

Sam thinks his brain might short circuit. He blinks in pure shock at the words, “What?”

“The sound of your voice is... calming. Beautiful. You know, I only acted like an asshole to get you to talk to me. I wanted you to trust me,” Bucky licks his lips, and although it seems like he wants to say more, he opens and closes his mouth within a few seconds.

The sparklers in his chest are nearly turning into fireworks, and Sam honestly doesn’t know how to hold them down. He doesn’t really want to. But he also doesn’t know if Bucky is… if he’s communicating the same feelings as the ones blooming inside himself.

He should ask. But the man next to him is blinking with his long lashes and a shy smile that makes Sam’s words fail him, and instead he feels compelled to ask something slightly different, “What- what are you saying? I mean what are you thinking about?”

They’ve also been inching closer to each other. And the sound of the rain has faded in his ears, because all he’s hearing is his own breathing mixed in with Bucky’s.

Sam can’t really breathe, maybe because he’s a little nervous that his reading of his friend is purely wishful thinking. It’s only been one day, but he’s fallen in love on his birthday, he doesn’t doubt it anymore, at all. Twice. At the same time, it feels like he’s finally breathing after holding his breath for over a year.

The brunette’s smile turns into a smirk that should probably annoy him, but it doesn’t. Just makes his heart beat faster.

“I’m thinking about kissing you,” Bucky says bluntly.

Oh, Sarah would be thrilled to hear this. But first things first, Sam thinks he might be going crazy.

But he’s not, you’re not . He hasn’t felt that swooping feeling in his gut since Riley, and… God. It just feels right, and he’d curse himself for never noticing this till now. But he’s too distracted by his friend’s statement, and how the fireworks in his chest are spreading to his entire body when he looks at Bucky’s face.

Sam’s already moving closer, “You want to kiss me?”

The other man huffs, “Pretty much. If you’d like that, that is.”

And well, he doesn’t need much time to think about that preposition, “I think I’d like that, yeah.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

They’re already practically nose to nose, it's been a long time since he’s rushed to act on something as fast as this, and he doesn’t even need to rush, because Bucky’s lips are on his before he knows it, and they’re chapped and slightly desperate but it’s just… perfect. Those fireworks, Sam’s seeing them under his eyelids and feeling them in his fingertips and it’s the best feeling he’s ever had, quite frankly.

His friend’s hand landing on his thigh is pretty good, too. Sam pulls back to catch his breath, and he feels lightheaded, all the way up in the clouds. Bucky frowns and pulls him back.

They kiss slowly, putting thousands of thoughts into every single one, and now, he can read the brunette like an open book. They fall into the same pace so, so easily. The hand on his thigh doesn’t move, just traces circles with his thumb, until it freezes for a second when Sam decides to hold it. His friend grins and their teeth clash, but neither of them care much.

It feels like forever and yet nowhere near enough time when they finally pull apart, and his companion runs his tongue over his bottom lip. Sam doesn’t want to let go of his hand. Bucky isn’t moving, either.

Now it’s definitely harder for Sam to breathe, but for a very different reason. He thinks it’s stopped raining outside. The brunette tilts his head and stares at him, not intensely, but a gaze that makes the fireworks reduce to a soft, everburning ember. He wishes he wasn’t lost for words. It all just makes sense.

“What are you doing?” Sam blurts out, eyes not leaving his friend’s. He’d like to keep kissing him, but he also craves a lot more sleep than last night. He was so very wrong about his birthday being just another day, this year.

Bucky’s smile isn’t shy anymore, “Looking at you.”

When Sam wakes the morning after his birthday, to the same walls of the Quinjet and the same hum of the engine and the same thin mattress, he feels like everything’s changed.

Steve’s still taking the helm and Natasha’s still cooking with her headphones on, but Bucky is giving him a sly smile over his coffee, which just makes him miss his lips. Too much.

He thinks the fireworks are changing into butterflies, sort of; he feels even lighter than yesterday, and he also fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. The first thing when he opened his eyes being his friend messing up his hair definitely also contributed to the warmth still spreading in Sam’s body.

It does hit him, did their two companions see them? Realise what happened? They aren’t acknowledging it if they did, and the brunette’s throwing secretive glances at him every so often, which just makes Sam full out blush. Bucky smirks every time.

So, yeah, he’s pretty much floating on pink skies this morning, and his little sister would gag at his cheesiness, but he doesn’t care in the least.

He finds himself touching Riley’s tags with his ring finger, through his t-shirt. The metal’s cold, not burning itself into his chest anymore, like it did yesterday morning.

The bliss Sam’s feeling does hit a slight halt, though, when he opens the freezer to his two not yet eaten cakes. Steve.

It’s suddenly like his brain’s going in hyperspeed again, and the thoughts of the blond man echoes in him from the day before. And fuck . That ‘in love with two people at the same time’ thing? It might be true. At least, he feels it glaring at the back of his neck, begging him to not ignore it.

Maybe his birthday was a little, uh, complicated after all. Still sort of is. Sam can’t stop thinking of the brunette’s breath on his lips and fingers caressing his thigh, but he certainly cannot stop thinking of his best friend’s hopeful eyes as he gave him that cake either, the offended look when he told him he didn’t have to, as if not getting him a birthday present was equal to a criminal offense for the blond.

Just as he thought he had something worked out in the middle of this mess, his two friends are haunting his mind. Dammit.

Sam’s unsure if he should talk to Steve about it, if he should tell him and Natasha about the kiss or not, but coincidentally, the blonde woman decides to do a pit stop. Eerily similar to his friend yesterday, she doesn’t really tell them much about where she’s going, but promises she’ll be back in less than two hours. What the hell, they’re hidden in the thick woods, might as well go for a walk and attempt to clear his head when the opportunity hits.

Bucky brushes his hand with his own as they exit the ship, but the man also rushes to the nearest town (Sam’s got a feeling he’s looking for a bookstore) and so that leaves him with the blond himself.

Steve’s looking with the greatest interest at a squirrel collecting its food when he smiles at him, “Wanna join me for a walk?”

His friend looks up with a smile as big as the sun, nodding, “Sure.”

On the walk, they’re getting creative, let’s say. There’s lots of hiking paths in here, not many people, but they remember caps and sunglasses just to be on the safe side. Generally trying to steer in circles around the paths, circulating the ship, not getting farther away than necessary.

Steve whistles to himself, American Pie , Sam recognizes it from Natasha in an instant. And well, that takes him back to his friend humming to Marvin Gaye just yesterday evening, while Bucky kissed him.

They both gave him the same cake. Wait, wait- why is Sam only thinking about that, really, now? Did they plan it?

Doesn’t seem like it, though, considering they both were rather secretive about it. So they didn’t talk at all about it, and it was just an odd coincidence? He knows now that Steve didn’t have to tell Bucky it was his birthday, because the man remembered from that very first visit, and that still makes Sam a little breathless, to be honest.

But this prompts him to voice his thought stream out loud, “Steve?”

“Hm?”

Their arms brush as they walk, comfortingly close, but still… too far away. Perfect distance for friends, he thinks. But… his heart is obviously telling him otherwise. He can almost feel it getting ready for another marathon.

“The cake you got me,” Sam hopes he isn’t stumbling over his words, recalling Sarah’s reassuring statement within his mind. You’re worth that risk , “Did you and Bucky plan it together?”

He didn’t have much of an idea on how to ask otherwise, but he regrets the question when the blond’s face screws up in confusion. “What do you mean?”

His suspicion was correct, it seems. Coincidence. “Uhm, well… I mean, why didn’t you guys just get me one cake together? I love them both, don’t get me wrong, two cakes is way more than I could ask for in our situation-”

“Buck got you cake, too?”

Steve looks rather shocked. He isn’t frowning, per say, but his brows are furrowed as he tries to process the information, and he slows his pace down until he comes to a full stop, back near the ship. Oh god, did Sam just do something very stupid?

“He did,” he replies, smiling hesitantly still, and his friend automatically smiles back, which makes it easier for him to carry on, “I- sorry. I found it strange that you both got me one and thought you must’ve talked about it. But Bucky didn’t say anything about yours either, so I mean…”

Once again, Sam feels his words falter. He also definitely knows he’s blushing again, hard, cause the warmth is rushing through, but the nerves are getting to him, too.

“I’m glad he bought you one, too,” his best friend decides, his face so earnest and honest and kind, it makes him want to scream, “You deserve more than one. And so much more. I wish we could’ve celebrated properly. I know you want to go home, and I still want to meet your sister, you know.”

He sighs heavily, and Sam truly can’t hide his fondness.

“I think she’d love you,” he tells Steve, because he knows it’s true. Then, he’s unsure if he should continue the sentence. Sam’s thinking of Bucky and his stupidly perfect hair. Then he looks at Steve and his calloused hands, and the words hit him like a train before he can stop it coming out of his mouth, “Not as much as I do, maybe.”

There it is. There wasn’t really much denying, was there?

Sam can practically already feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, and the butterflies down in his gut are bashing in the rush of adrenaline and fluttering their wings way, way too fast for him to keep up.

His best friend kicks around a couple of pinecones on the ground before the statement hits him, then, he looks up again, wide-eyed and in an endearing state of total confusion.

“You… you love me?” Steve asks, bafflement evident in his tone.

Sam bites his lip. “Can I ask you something? Will you be honest with me?”

His friend nods immediately, confusion vanishing for a moment, “Always, Sam.”

He needs to take another deep breath. Here goes nothing.

“Do you… do you think it’s possible to be in love with two people- or, more than one person? At the same time?”

To Sam’s greatest surprise both yesterday and today, the man in front of him takes barely a second to respond, no time to think it through, no signs of doubt, “Of course. I love Bucky, but I loved Peggy, too. I love Sharon. And I love you.”

Steve seems incredibly shocked at his own confession, just as much as Sam’s himself. Those butterflies must be on a fucking rollercoaster or something, at this point.

Strangely, this lifts the nerves within him so easily, just like yesterday. His breath still feels stuck in his throat, but holy shit, he just can’t stop himself from smiling. His cheeks must be burning hot.

The blond looks a bit confused again as Sam chuckles at himself. He has no idea what he’s doing right now, but the direction it’s going- once again, it just seems right. Feels right. He wants to reach out for his best friend’s hand, but waits, “I’m glad I’m not the only one. I just realised- well, I think I might’ve been in love with both of you for a while, but not realised it until yesterday. You and Bucky.”

Steve’s eyes are shimmering with hope, and so he decides to hell with it, he takes his friend’s hand. And to his precious luck, the blond squeezes his hand back, thumb tracing slow circles in his palm.

“You’re serious?” the blond asks, laughing in disbelief.

“I am.”

“ Holy shit. ”

Sam matches his friend’s laugh, and the forest almost bends to their conversation, wind softening and the trees surrounding them like a cocoon, almost. Reminds him of those fairytales his little sister loved so much, that she insisted on him reading for her because he liked making weird voices and changing the tale, much to her annoyance.

The silence between them is the most lovely thing, just like the one between him and Bucky yesterday, full of expectation but zero tension.

Steve clears his throat, “Sammy, I- sorry, you're just the best person I know, this is too good to be true. I didn’t know if you felt the same… I’m not good at that. Uhm, hinting. Or flirting, I guess. I don’t know what to say.”

His best friend is blushing as much as himself. Naturally, there’s only one thing Sam can think about, “Then come here and kiss me.”

The blond doesn’t need to be told twice, and he loves him even more for it. And Steve’s lips are softer than Bucky’s, but that’s in no way… better, or, like. It’s different. But it’s the same fireworks popping up in the dark under his eyelids again, and that’s a sign.

He’s in love with his two best friends. And they love Sam back. And his racing heart hums softly, like it’s breathing out as much as he is, a calm from all the way back home settling upon him. His friend hums against his lips and moves his hand to the hair at the nape of his neck, gently pulling. It gives him a sort of tingling feeling in all his limbs, to be honest.

They do have to pull apart when the sound of twigs crackling on the ground is heard, they have to stay alert, after all, even it could very well be another squirrel. Instead, it’s Bucky, carrying a book under his arm.

He’s giving them that sly smile again, “You’ve gotten smoother than the old days, Rogers.”

Steve blushes profusely. Sam finds himself laughing again, his nerves long gone, and touches his cheek. His friend clears his throat a little more, “You got the same idea as me, Buck. With the cake.”

The brunette joins them in the clearing, lifting a brow in question, “You mean my idea?”

“Shut up!”

“No, no, you learned from me punk, I’m proud of you,” Bucky laughs, and Steve’s about to slap his arm, if their friend didn’t grab the blond’s hand mid-air, “You’re an asshole.”

Bucky looks at Sam in question, and he answers, “He’s not completely wrong.”

His friend shrugs. “You both love me, though.”

“I do,” he nods, and Steve chimes in with, “Sadly, yes.”

Of course, their companion grins like an idiot, “Now we got that settled, will you kiss me again, Sammy?”

Sam is so fucking lovestruck right now, he’s not scared to admit it. Steve’s hand is still on his neck and Bucky’s taking his hand, and it’s nothing less than perfect. Just like a happily ever after, although he has no idea where they’re going after this, but it only matters to him that they’re together, really. He thinks Sarah will love both of them. He hopes they’ll meet someday, at least. And AJ and Cass, they’d be thrilled, oh my god.

The blond interrupts as Sam’s already leaning in, “Hey! I want a second kiss too!”

He rolls his eyes fondly, “Of course, Stevie.”

Well, it’s almost perfect, until a fourth voice makes them all jump, “You lovebirds need a minute before we take off?”

Nat’s smirking, Steve looks embarrassed and Sam laughs, his air mixed with his two companions and the butterflies’ flutter making him warm and tingly, still. Bucky flips her off. Guess some things never change.

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love ur fics, they’re always amazing! could you write a namkook one with 6, 9, 16, 32, with joon as the sickie and jk as the caretaker? maybe make it rly awkward bc Namjoon is the hyung and doesn’t want jk to see him but jk is the only other one home and jk doesn’t like seeing his hyungs in pain and thinks he can’t comfort. it ends up fine and jungkook wants namjoon to sleep with him (just in case) and joon secretly does too? please only do this if u have time, thank you!

6. “Are you okay? You’ve been in there a while.”

9. “I think it was something I ate.”

16. “I can’t throw up…”

32. “Your belly is really sick, isn’t it?”

A.N : AAHHH my first sick!namjoon !! thank u for requesting hehe i love this idea so much, its so adorable :( and i hope this does justice to your expectations? I'm sorry this took way too long T.T i hope you like this one :D

TW : emeto, graphic descriptions of vomiting

Jungkook perked up from his phone and slightly lift his head when he heard the door opened, followed by a tall figure walk in —a little bit too sluggish, Jungkook afraid that he might trip.

"Oh, Namjoon-hyung ! You're home already? i thought you said you were gonna stay up late with Yoongi-hyung?", Jungkook greeted the older happily, finally he's not the only one at this big dorm, he started to get bored. The older just hummed as the answer while putting on his winter coat on the hanger and slowly toss his shoes, " Yeah, it went faster than I thought too so I figured to catch some rest. Do you mind if I go to my room and clean myself a bit? I will join you here later"

"Sure hyung, do you want something?", Jungkook lifted himself to walk to their fridge, rummaging for some snacks and soju. He heard a loud " No" from upstairs, but he still decided to grab two can of soju and a big bag of chips. He sets himself back to the couch, when he heard his phone ding with notifications.

Yoongi-hyung : 2 New Messages

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, all 7 of them were not too fond of texting if it's not for a really urgent matter. They preferred to talk in person or do it on the gc. That's why when someone is messaging him personally, his mind grows alerted.

Yoongi-hyung : Jungkook

Yoongi-hyung : Is Namjoon already get home?

Jungkook : Yes, he just arrived few minutes ago

Jungkook : Why hyung?

Jungkook already sees Yoongi typing, not even a minute after he pressed send. He once again feels a little bit surprised.

Yoongi-hyung : Watch him for me, he's sick. That's why he gets home earlier. I still need to finish this song, I will get home as soon as possible.

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows deeper. Hyung is .. sick? but he looks f—. Jungkook clicked his tongue, Jeon Jungkook you dumb. He steals a glance upstairs after replying to Yoongi . It's been 10 minutes and there's no sign the older gonna out soon. An ugly anxious feeling starts creeping up as his brain starts to make the worst scenario ever. What if Namjoon-hyung faints inside and he couldn't scream for help. What if hyung get dizzy and fall and—

"Earth to Jungkook, hello?"

Jungkook blinked and meet Namjoon's tired eyes waving his hand in front of him before plopped himself on the couch along with a sigh. Jungkook gulped, he's trying to act all cool and natural since he knows the older ones didn't like to be coddled too much but he just can't help to be worried. Damn, this gonna be hard for him.

They decided to watch some dramas that airing, but they know none of them paid attention to the storyline. One is too busy stealing glances to make sure the latter is fine and the other one is too busy calming down his stomach that has been rolling up and down since he stepped home. Jungkook takes notes on how Namjoon hands never leave his stomach, buried under the baggy sweater he wears— he always uses that when he's not feeling well— and how his other hands occasionally moved to stifled a quiet burp. Jungkook is itching to ask but he feels awkward too if he suddenly drops the question. He knows that the older gonna say that he's fine.

"Jungkook, I need to go to the bathroom, okay?", Namjoon says a little bit too quickly, not even waiting for Jungkook to mustered a response. Jungkook's train of thought got cut off as his eyes watches the older walk away until he hears the sound of the door closed and later, the water running. He diverts his eyes back to the TV, maybe Namjoon hyung is fine.

Jungkook has already finished his snack but Namjoon is still not back from the bathroom. It's been more than 5 minutes. The worries spiking inside him. He walks to the bathroom and knocks, "Hyung .. are you okay? You've been in there for a long time"

Silence.

"Yeah Kook, I'm fine", Namjoon answered from inside. He tried to sound convincing but his throat has another decision for him as a harsh and quite loud gag escaped. He squeezed his eyes shut because of the force even though nothing come out from the gag—just like how it goes the moment he kneeled there 5 minutes ago. He coughs, his throat feels itchy and it just triggering his gag reflex more. He keeps opened his mouth wide along with his tongue arched, touching his palate, delivering another series of gag. But still, nothing comes out except a trickle of thick saliva. Namjoon wants to cry, there's nothing worse than incredibly nauseous but you just can't throw up. He leaned back from the toilet, placing his back on the wall, and buried his head on his knees. Hands still aggressively rubbing and pressing his stomach, urging the rollercoaster of food inside it to just finish their business and out of his body. Namjoon lift his head when he hears the door opened and feels a hand awkwardly rubbing his shoulder

"Kook, what are you doing there"

"Um ..." the younger trailed off, it supposed to be an adorable sight for Namjoon on how Jungkook can't meet his eyes when he's talking nervously, if his mind isn't clouded with waves of nausea that keeps going on and off in his body. "I just want to check up on you hyung", he adds shyly. Namjoon mustered a strained smile, " I'm fine Kook-ah. Just feel a little bit sick, but I will be fine. Don't worry"

"A-ah, is that so? Um .. I-", Jungkook stuttered. Damn this situation is so awkward, Jeon Jungkook man up! Namjoon hyung need you, just offer something that could make him feel better maybe—

Jungkook's train of thought got cut off once again, changed with a spike of his heartbeat as he sees Namjoon scrambled to the toilet, the older body leaned forward followed by a series of empty gag. Jungkook stunned. His body finally managed to react when Namjoon's gagging stop, leaving the older cough and let out a pained hiss, "Fuck, it hurts"

Jungkook stands up silently and brings a glass of water, seated himself beside his hyung again, "Hyung, try to drink this. Your throat might hurt and maybe this could trigger your stomach"

Namjoon was too out of his mind, taking the glass with his shaky hands and gulped it quickly. His stomach starts to make loud rumbled noises, he's sure Jungkook could hear it, "I'm sorry. This is so gross", he mumbled shyly, gaining giggles from Jungkook, breaking the awkward air between them, " Woah, your belly must be really sick hyung"

"Mhm, it is. I've been so nauseous since lunch. That's why Yoongi-hyung sending me off because i keep dry heaving in the office too. I think it must be something i eat but i don't know what. God, Jungkook, i just want to throw up and get over this", Namjoon practically rambling now but he doesn't care. He's tired of holding himself back and maintaining the hyung image, his body is aching for comfort, and he gonna get it from Jungkook.

Jungkook shifted his body, hands moving to the older backs, giving a slight massage on shoulders and nape, "I'm sorry you're so sick hyung. Do you want me to rub your stomach, it might help"

Namjoon shakes his head. "It didn't work .. i still cant throw—", his words cut off as a sudden splash of liquid hitting the back of his throat and quickly rushing out of his mouth, making some of it spilled on his sweater as he didn't prepare with the commotion. His stomach clenched again as a stream of water he just takes earlier keep spilling from his mouth with such force. As he goes and goes, the clear liquid morphs into a pale-colored and thick liquid. He could feel the sashimi he eats earlier on his tongue. He squeezed his eyes shut while his stomach and throat working on getting out everything in his body.

"That's it hyung, let it out all", Jungkook murmured beside him, hands never stop rubbing and massaging his back.

Namjoon finally managed to catch a breath when the heave tapered off. He flushed the almost full toilet and wipes his lips and nose.

"You're done hyung?"

He shakes his head, eyes trailed on the swirling of the murky liquid below him. He could see the remnants of whatever he took earlier and it's setting his stomach off again. His body bent forward as nausea dragged another stream out of his stomach. Namjoon coughs and winced few times when there's no more lingering taste of food— but a bitter one now. Oh, only bile left, he thoughts while his stomach keeps spasming.

"Hyung, you're empty", Jungkook speaks. Namjoon nods. It took him a few dry heaving and trickle of bile until he finally sagged his body back. Jungkook quickly flushes the toilet before Namjoon could open his eyes, not wanting the older to see the toilet again in case it might set the older off.

"Kook-ah, 'm exhausted", Namjoon hoarse voices trickling Jungkook's ears.

"I know hyung, let's get you to bed, okay? it's more comfortable there"

Namjoon let his body dragged by Jungkook to his room. He's practically half-conscious and moving like a robot right now as he just moves his body as Jungkook pleased. The younger managed to make Namjoon changed his wet sweater and tucked the older into bed. He's halfway to stand up and leave the room, figured that Namjoon wants to have time alone and rest, before a clammy hand grip his wrist, "Stay here"

"Huh?", Jungkook short-circuited.

"Stay .. until I fall asleep, please? I don't feel like being alone", Namjoon mumbled sleepily, but hands still tightly gripping Jungkook's wrist like he is afraid that Jungkook might suddenly disappear.

"Uhm ..", Jungkook clears his throat awkwardly. " Okay hyung .. rest well. I will stay here", he adds gaining a soft hum from Namjoon.

"Thankyou, i'm sorry you must take care of me like that", Namjoon says softly almost like whispers if Jungkook didn't manage to catch it well.

Jungkook could feel his cheeks heated before breaking into a smile, "that's my job too hyung, get well soon"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!namjoon #caretaker!jungkook

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